Recovered Poem!

I don't remember writing this poem. I don't doubt that I did. Sort of sounds like me. I found it when one our external disks crashed and I ran a recovery program. It was one of the "lost files." So weird. I do not remember writing these words. A voice, a sequence of words, lost and then found. Kind of like a message in a bottle (in this case, a message in a malfunctioning hard-drive) from a past-self.  A poem finds life amongst the "recovered files."

A Poem to Silence

Silence

a friend…

maybe our only friend…

we fill the silence

and find the stillness in the silence

our hand holds a lamp 

and the center of the lamp

is a sun

the light is consuming

it’s fluid and iridescent

it lights up everything

the light is not our friend

it is a force beyond us

the light shows 

a universe 

fluid and alive

it shows us a snake, 

long and wriggling

slippery, unknowable

we are left with words

and words

are little things

paltry, misleading

words are betrayers

they betray us at every breath

we speak the moment

we speak the world

we speak the lie

or grasp the silence with both hands

and pray without words