waiting for the sound
of the previous word to finish
waiting for the sound
to form the beginning of the next
watching the mouth shape the sound
the lips open
the lips round
the tongue moves
the teeth glisten
the jaw works
and the word emerges
silence
sound
silence
an eternity between words
unbearable as a distance
that can be measured
but not compressed
—
inspired by this poem and a comment i left that germinated
Words and Feathers 
Really like that ending stanza… nice!
Thank you. It’s always nice to see you here. Hope you’re settling into your new place.