Words aren't enough.
Reaching, grasping, struggling,
I could come up with a million of them.

I could chant them,
shout them,
sing them,
plead them.

I could shoot them as an arrow,
missing the mark just shy.
I could slip them into a pocket,
falling out to tumble in the wind.
I could hand them over,
ink bleeding from paper to stain open hands.

They are not enough.

They will never be enough, even in
their multitudes
and repetitions
and sincerity.

So all I can say is
"thank you,"
and hope that you hear
the world
trapped within them.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.