a geography

birds of the air know
the man with a house everywhere
has no home anywhere.

look

"one of the deepest pleasures in life is looking. simply looking. looking at streets, traffic,faces, windows, shops, parks, churches, books, newspapers, and all the creatures and creations of life itself. instead of looking long and steadily, we tend to get brief, quick looks at things before we hasten on, half-blind with purpose..."

may the silence break

because you do not speak
i know the shock
of water encountering a rock.

supremacy of silence is what i dislike.
only gods and graves deserve a right to that
or one who knows what this is all about.

perhaps you do.
if so, please let something breaks through
the walls of silence surrounding you.

out here among words
your silence is the magnet i am drawn towards.
men’s mouths, animals’ eyes and the throats of birds

fear this impenetrable thing.
so do i, all day long
and when the night drops like a confirmation

of what you are,
controller of every star,
possessor

of what the daylight struggled to reveal.
this possession kills
whatever it wills.

nothing i say matters tonight.
nor should it.
this silence is right

because it knows it is.
i shiver in the cocksure ice
and long for the warmth of bewildered eyes.

may the silence break
and melt into words that speak
of pain and heartache

and the hurt that is hard to bear
in the world out here
where love continues to fight with fear

and the war on silence will end in defeat
for every heart permitted to beat
in the air that hearts make sweet.