intents20001

Poem to Silence

Copyright 2020 by Michael S. Walker

Silence

You desert island

I will try to

Break open

Some green husks

Here

See if there is any

Meat or milk.

I will go to the shipwreck

And bring back, quickly

What tools I can

I have only a few hours you know

Before the

Habitual storm resumes

A few hours

Before the pirates turn up

To sharpen their stupid oaths

A few hours

Before the birds squawk

That is mine

And THAT is mine

Under their faux-sweet

Loudest

Songs

Only a few hours

On this

Tan prayer mat of a beach

To do my own

Little silent work.