How are the words
So carefully hidden
Concealed like lovers' letters
From this silence
They would break
Who are we
To need them
And who is to say
They are wrong
Think of the words as fingers
Gently calling to another hand
Fumbling with latchkeys
Hesitant
And trembling
In the doorway
Michael Hutchison studied the art of the essay as a graduate student at the University of Iowa, but prefers poetic expression as his most authentic voice.
