Conversion
I remember what I cannot say
because once said it no longer
retains that quiet whisper
It squanders questions by
remaining in my head
Once I shared a hint—not
complete but enough to give
some light, a shadow—
a penumbra in waiting
I remember how I bent my will
and stepped onto a path—
I remember step by step
moving along, allowing myself
to enter into the shoals and eddies—
mountains and pastures
