world collapsing and opening

“Whenever the dialogue stops, the world collapses and extraordinary facets of ourselves surface, as though they have been kept heavily guarded by our words." ~ Carlos Castaneda


friend, i reach to you in quiet threads,
lightly brushing oak floors with a gentle
curvature, drawn as spiral

sweeping in towards
the center of my being
hearing the sounds of my own aches

creaking upon the uneven floor boards
the unceasing drip of water in the soaking pot
the relentless whir of the refrigerator

one moment, sidestepping the world-chatter
chooses a silence, as if it matters-
as if anyone cares for silence

in its devious ways of opening up
the crenshaw melon; exposing the seeds,
the soft sweet vulnerable flesh inside

Kate Lamberg
11/8/11