Letter

Heather Ann Schmidt

I went outside to hear

my thoughts and the door stuck.

At night the sky seems

to open up the earth

because the stars appear.

You tell me you are

not good at keeping in touch,

but I can feel you here--

sending out an utterance

to fill my days with longing.

And if I leave my hands

open under water long enough

a wave will fill them

quivering like the silver thread

that holds me together.