When you have no words and someone
mocks you from inside a brook, practice.
You are sibling to that water.
You are not a looking glass of disgruntled children.
When you lovingly push the curls from their eyes,
practice reciting the same good fortune into their ears,
silently, as if you had maps to the thoughts
they will not disclose.
Who are you isn't at all or may be your only bomb.