The Rock / The Rain
people are attached to me
like rain to rock
they just roll, roll on
gathering in a pool
called my history
threatening death by drowning
which is really just
suffocation
a rising choking sensation
set to take my breath away...away...away...
a way to isolation exploration
there is nothing more solitary
than mortality
I must be the rock
alive on a much slower scale
than this humanity
closer to silence than expression
but I guess even soundlessness
can be artistic
my quietude is a keen focus on listening
a stop sign for the mind
emphasis on that which surrounds
and in that mute instant
we can be struck profound
as in maybe I'm the rolling rain
falling too hard for saturation
too fast for trust
April 11, 2006