This morning November 12, 2009
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This morning
I worked in the garden.
I unraveled.
I undid. I separated
I trimmed. I chopped.
I sawed. I entwined.
I watered profusely.
I climbed horribly rickety ladders.
I teetered, I tottered, I perspired, I sweat
and
I spent time thinking of nothing at all.
Did you hear what silence had to say?
Or you’ve been busy watching’em strip their undies?
silence?
when it is silent around me, the voices in my head are the loudest.
so I make noise to drown them out.
stripping is on another plane