luctor et emergo

I want to say, “No one listens,” but of course
some people do.

Really I should say “I want no one to talk”
that’s more to the heart of the matter.

The world opens it’s mouth, and we realize
how much of a boor it is. Or worse yet

that it thinks it’s an intellectual.
I hate the honesty of opinions

the cards-on-the-table ignorance
of a man who’ll give you his five cents

on this-and-that after hearing something
about it discussed on talk radio.

I want to stand in a field and bathe in silence
to not talk about the “fact” of the field

it’s “here-ness” or it’s “now” but
let the body respond to the dusk

and the movement of deer.
To hear the space between crashes on the seawall

how it sounds like breathing
as you’re swimming to shore.