The Fertile Void

 

In my youth, I could wait but

it didn’t feel like waiting

Less distractions then,

            alone in the stairwell of my college dorm

the sound echoed deep

 

 

Could enjoy my voice

     without judging

while melodies and words

 came in, in their time

     Completely forgetting the cries

     of the outside world

 

 

Now I stand before you, without definition

         withholding all knowing

to learn this again,

this completely forgetting and at times

          exasperating discomfort of waiting for

unknown voices

to arrive

 

Deborah reads the poem below….