Saturday, April 6, 2019

That Steady Dial Tone

Another day collapses,
The crickets fill the space,
Answering the silence with silence.

Freedom, it seems, is out there in that sound,
Of no one needing anything,
No reason to take shape,

But something remains
Of what prompted us
To take the axe in our hands --

You'll call it whatever material gains
Or psychological lack you want,
But there's a path across the universe

-- We're already somewhere else.