She turns. But something inside her never turns. She moves. But something inside her never moves. Immovable. She speaks. Inside her is quiet. Inside her lives the unspoken. I lived so long inside her turning. I lived so long inside her moving and speaking. From now on I will live inside her stillness inside her turning. I will live inside all she never says. Inside everything she keeps to herself. I will be one of those things she keeps to herself.

Inside
Li-Young Lee