it seems i must began anew

to sound out my consonants and vowels

shape those sounds into words

arrange the words into something

perhaps meaningful, perhaps sentences

if i am to tell you what i know

of a sunrise, a horse, a field, a tractor

if i am to take you with me

too long i have lain idle

speaking into the nothingness 

caring not at all

it will come slowly, it is coming slowly

so unfamiliar to my fingertips

as to be clumsy fragments of thought