Let this be the year of our voice
raised in song
against the silence.
Let these terrible secrets
be said: I am as you are,
one and one, I am your heart’s accomplice.
You who do not know me must
read this and think:
I am no longer in danger, perhaps.
The wind blows against my house, a
man said, I need not open
my shutters to learn that it is cold.
O foolish, foolish man who will
not learn that there is a song
in the coldest of winds.