I sit at the keyboard, waiting for words that don’t come. No academic words or legal words, no poetic words or pragmatic words, nothing insightful or inciteful. Just no words, no movement.
I sit there, then realize it is the other keyboard I need, the one where I can feel my way into myself without words, without explanation. I don’t spend much time these days at those other keys, that unlock something words sometimes can’t.
Moving from symbol to sound, something settles. It is a relief, this feeling. It is a relief not to have words, to let my fingers find these other notes, to tell the story a different way, without having to say a thing.