Why are you there?
People sometimes ask.
There's nothing there
No bars, clubs, stores, movies, crowds, or
Pressure to dress it up, look good, fit in, hunger for fame, compete.
And all that ... silence... shudder.
I guess that's the point.
The nothing here.
The putting the wallet on the shelf
They keys on the hook
The phone on silent
All open a space
For something else
Some other intention.
Call it soul
Call it heart
Call it home.
It is between the notes
Of music I am learning to play
Of paint I am trying to conjure
Of words I search for in the dark.
It is in the extraction of distraction
That the light can shine in
That the way is revealed
That the veil parts.
Sit down with me,
A voice says,
Man without means
Without status
And tell me about
Your heart and its
Desires.
