I didn't really listen, 'cause nothing meant a thing.
Yet when I close my eyes, I find that I am smiling.
They're all alive and sprightly – enthusiasm roars.
As each one adds their story of here and distant shores.
I seem to be in dreamland, where nothings left to say.
I guess I'll give no meaning to all that's said today.
Without a certain meaning attached to every word.
The sounds of humans talking does really sound absurd.
If they weren’t speaking English, but words were all in Greek,
would we still laugh and cry, not knowing what they speak.
I listen and I wonder if I'm belonging here
for silence, with its emptiness, shows me I'm everywhere.
January 6th, 2017
8 minute writing class