A Different Language

By Kerry A. Wiley

The smallest changes are not always the smallest.


It began

with a simple revision.

Only the office,

only the letterhead,

only the hallway

where the paperwork sleeps.

The child

remains.

Only the room

that claims them

begins

to speak

a different language.

And yet

A doorway

does not decide

who belongs.

What changes

is not always

what is visible.

Sometimes

it is the meaning

of the room.

Language

is never

only language.

It begins

with the first name.

The first name

is rarely

the last.

Some names

become

windows.

Others

learn

to be walls.

Silence,

too,

has its vocabulary.

A room

can open

without widening.

It can narrow

without moving

an inch.

Institutions

move quietly.

They rarely

announce

what belongs

or

what remains.

Only

the title.

The signature.

The department.

The address.

There was

no single

crossing.

Only

the room

mistaking

its echo

for its voice.



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