My words need My silence to speak. If I talk and talk And people mill me About, they will not Come out the way they Should and live freely Speaking on the page. This place is Their space and I Live in it and be Their servant. There is No pay but I Have wealth enough - I have my God with me And pray that My words will Keep me from Being too lonely. My words need me And I need them For I would not Be who I am Without their food.next poem