Poetry Poem: Voices

With closed mouths

We spoke

Not to me

Not to them

It’s you who heard yourself

For the first time

Whispering

Quietly in the distance

Of your mind

This joy

This revelation

This moment

Of recognition that your voice

Was mine.

Mine, when I’m quiet

Is yours too

In this place of peace

We all speak and understand

We can all listen and know

It’s true.