Quiet Together
from Out With Lanterns
Lately, I’ve had nothing to say. No grand ideas, no excitement. No desire to chime in, no need to sit in the front seat. I’ll crawl to the way back where I can feel the open window’s breeze. Is it depression or wisdom? Do we really have to name it? What if it’s just that I’m happy watching phone poles whiz by like I did when I was a kid? I’m sorry if it’s boring or I’m worrying you, but I’m content over here saying nothing. You don’t have to say anything either. Let’s be quiet together. Let’s think a while.
