When the world is talking to me
and again, I am not listening–
I think I have to see the sound
But of course, it can’t be found.
In the silence of a simple mind–
between a breath in endless time,
you come to me, a hummingbird
hovering over unmouthed words
that were til now, oddly deferred–
And so you wait for my reply
before the moment
has come and died.
© Ass Kicker 2017