I Talked with Silence Yesterday

I talked with silence yesterday.

I asked why it was not here.

But silence would not say.

I sat. And silence did not come.

Again I asked why it was not here.

I wondered why I had not what I want.

And as I talked to silence, I wondered why it was so loud.

The noise drowned out the absent sound.

I spoke until words had nothing to say.

I asked until no questions remained.

And still, silence was not here.

No words, no questions, just empty space.

I breathed and feared for my last breath.

I thought until no thought was left.

I let some tears run down my face.

I filled my lungs, and then I screamed,

‘Silence, show your face to me!’

Ah yes, no words, no questions, no breath, no fear,

But anger, yes, anger is still here.

‘Please take a seat, your chair is set,

I’m now begging you, I’ll lend my ear.

Just for a moment, silence, please be here.’

Then all was gone, my mind left blank,

And a subtle breeze softly sang,

‘Have patience, for it will carry you through anything.’