Soliloqui

i like to creep lightly in life’s quiet crevices
among the harried and hurried crowds.
above the clamor of the coffee cafe
my thoughts are calm and come in rolling waves
no one knows me here
i sit by myself
in myself
watch myself
let the caffeine call to my sleepy senses
they speak
and the sound
escalates to a
hush. no one’s here
i hear no one.

thickly pulling down, still swiftly rising up
thin wisp of breath breaks beneath the din
oh Lord! knees shaking to the gravel,
so vile a deed, you can’t, i won’t, there’s no sin
equal to such fate, his eyes grow dull

“there is too much to see
to see much
of anything,”
she says
in her gentle solemnity,
a composure tempered
by the steady flow
of time.

“words are meaningless
and trivial,”
she says,
her eyes lit
with some inborn fury
dormant
yet not quite

i ask
if she realizes
what she’s done
and she responds
lips pressed tightly together

no one ever
called her
that of which she was
though she was indeed
a paradox

tbc