SILENCE

Where there are listeners
there is no silence.
Either the sounds
of the listeners’ minds
rebound
from the boundlessness of space,
or the universe itself pounds
out a multivociferous chatter;
the sound of reaching out,
selecting
rejecting
and pain;
coming together
and falling apart again.



THERE ARE SILENCES

There are silences
born of stillness
others that are discovered
when something snaps:
a cloud,
a stick,
a thought.
(A life).



New Project: "MY MIND", "MY BODY"