Open Mouth

the uncomfortable scream
of being alive
defies all efforts to be hushed,
rounded or understood

it is the sacred fire
beneath our umbilical wound
that inspires the wind
across our throat,
past the heart,
into the depths of longing

it is the roaring blaze,
the deafening current,
an ultimacy of loud
filling all available
space and time

yet, echoing a mystery,
it somehow leaves room
for the great
Silence