Friday, May 29, 2009

I feel the power that, invisible catches me...

I pray and incur
silence. Some take that silence
for refusal.
I feel the power
that, invisible, catches me
by the sleeve, nudging….
I know its ways with me;
how it enters my life,
is present rather
before I perceive it, sunlight quivering
on a bare wall.
Is it consciousness trying
to get through?
Am I under
It takes me seconds
to focus, by which time
it has shifted its gaze….
It has the universe
to be abroad in.
There is nothing I can do
but fill myself with my own
silence, hoping it will approach
like a wild creature to drink….

1 comment:

Jennifer Appel said...

Really beautiful work!