Showing posts with label the slipping of silk - for prompt night silence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the slipping of silk - for prompt night silence. Show all posts

Friday, January 15, 2016

the slipping of silk




the slipping of silk

cattle cars rumble on tracks of the past
washing up today’s toddlers in the tide
as too many stand still in silence waiting
for who-knows-what-when-how-or why -
to move them to speak
to move them to speak
as silence slips as silk ...
through a new generation
of frantic fingers grasping
for purchase - gasping for
air