COMMUNicate

from quiet to quietude
from stillness to still
in the hush and muted muffles
i can read you.

the vocal strain
strains understanding
words are taxing
and no one wants that.

talks have their place
and we’ll place them there
but can you grasp this
the reason that i smile:

sometimes i forget to say
and end up with debts to pay
misunderstood silence
is expensive.

the truth is nothing
i want the truth
“bye-bye” rituals
are fun (and games.)

they say waste of time
but can we sit sublime
yes, under the stars
but also under standing.

i’d like you to know
that i’m more than content
to sit, walk but not talk
to stand, lay but not say.

commune without the -cate

(i push myself and you do too
to end it well, to keep it cool
but speech can be so poor
such a sad way to interact.
happy yet to watch you think
warming still to see you . )