Just One Word Poem by Birgit Bunzel Linder

sometimes something escapes from words.
and it disappears. the eye-rain lashes out
like a watercolor painting. they bloom like wine.
they run over our memory hurdle. the paper is already dry.
it cannot enwrap our voice. we doubt their meaning.
trees juggle the clouds. animals walk with beady
eyes. cranes shake off their echoes. owls scold
the night. ravens stain our thoughts.
all the words gather around us. it is like salt.
all the trees stand still.
all the animals shed their instincts.
the wall folds up its shadow. but sometimes,
when just one word unearths itself,
everything re-adjusts.