Thursday, March 18, 2010

SO CLOSE

Have you ever had a thought,

And had it ripped from you

When someone else speaks up

With your idea, your dream,

Your contribution in a conversation?

“So close,” some say,

“how he knows what she

Will say before she does.”

It comes with the years.

It comes with the fears--

Anticipating responses to prevent

Progress in a conversation.

I know, because I’ve listened.

She knows, because she paid attention.

We zig/I zag

And words go unsaid.

Nobody knotces.

But we know. We--

Know.

Years of stories,

Histories,

Exchanged,

Repeated

Time after time.

The days’ routines

Repeated,

Repeated

Day after month

After year, after decade

Until we know--

We know all there is to know--

We think--and so, this shorthand

Of stepping on words,

Trampling sentences

To interject,

Participate in the storytelling.

“And she said--

No, I think she said--

And She did--

Can you believe what he did? It

Blew me away.

But I interject,

And she shakes her head.


COPYRIGHT (C) 2010 BY THE AUTHOR

Friday, March 5, 2010

CLOUD READING



White lines

Crisscross

The sky--

Abstract messages.

Long, thin lines

Meet

Fat lines

While the wind

Rearranges the letters,

To mean something new.

White lines on blue paper

Will be wiped away

Before

The rain arrives.


Copyright (c) 2010 by the author