blank spaces

i like blank spaces

little letters line up behind each other

they don’t fill, they sit down for a while

take a breath, then leave again

when i stare at my monitor

i see curvy, straight, and dotty objects

appearing with a press,

disappearing with a press

these mean something to me

but only since i understand

the world

behind each word

then, i don’t think i speak english

i read

i observe

but i don’t say anything

because sometimes, that is enough

then, i feel i am in a world without borders

every land, every language, every person is connected

perhaps with little things that can be understood

without language

love

scent

green

warmth

no matter how much i write about these

or try to talk about them, how good they are

they stay the same

quietly connects the lands, languages, people

they are not contained

within the letters

they are free,

floating behind the blank spaces

where i cannot see, smell, hear them

then, words become a stain

to write, speak, read, and laugh

it all becomes an interruption

a loud sneeze in a hospital

a muddy footprint in a museum

so i leave the blank,

blank

i let it be

understood without words

dance behind the white curtains

unseen,

unspoken,

unread,

just felt