I would be the first speak.
When everyone was thinking the same thing
but they were holding their breathe
and shifting nervously.

I would be the first to speak it,
to give it a name.
to point out what was obvious but not apparent.

I will sing it
loud and clear into
the still empty.

to break a glass on the threshold
and upset the silence.

(is this what a poet does? Is this what I am now, somewhere between the story and oracle?)

somewhere off the page.

reading from the wrong script.

and then everyone at once over each other and so single voice can be heard. Just murmuring.