Feel myself going quiet again;
Happens a lot these days.
Once upon a time, this would
Knowing what was expected
And finding myself unable.
Yet, today, I am not so troubled.
For, there is a something lovely
Beyond the clamoring rush I am so
Often thrust in,
An inhabiting of the cavernous spaces of
Swimming in the deeper waters
Where fishes don’t chance to flip
I spread my arms,
Kick my legs,
Let the waters drip easy,
Cool as a slow jazz beat,
In this secret stream
Where words don’t even have to be.
Language I love,
Lean and languid river on mind’s tongue,
But, as soon as it becomes less than
An artist’s pure reverie
And more like the twisty knots of anxiety,
All the more I am willingly pulled into
This pool of silence…