Conversation

My conversation goes on in

sound, with words, and all the

parts of language large and small;

and yet it also goes on in silence,

in the deadness or night and the

liveness and movement of day.

 

It’s always going on as thoughts

striving together, and all the

senses sparking at once in

connection with thoughts and the

unrelenting layer of feeling that

sits under it all like the earth.

 

My conversation never ends,

moving this way and that as 

argument and dialogue formed 

in the world and living on in the

internal life that possesses us all.

 

3/10/2020