Because the window cannot contain thunder,
the body of sound passes through it.
Because I cannot spend 30 days in the wilderness
in silence, I listen.
This was handed to me, in a note, in the sound
of your voice, once, asleep,
having had nothing to eat all day but doubts;
so slim, ribs broke, gutters
opened, in the sound of your voice, in a note
handed through a window
doubts, so slim, asleep–
body of silence, gut open.