Quiet, quiet. Still, still.
Hush away the buzzing whir of empty chatter,
rushing traffic, hour to hour radio.
The burble of the office building.
Leave me with computer hum, clicking keys,
and the promise of words (private words).
Let time fill me with unending space.
Show me the way to the next line.
Only God knows where this is leading.
Quiet, quiet. Still, still.
Without witness I am most alive.
This isn’t a blog about poetry, I know. You’ll have to forgive me for the side step. But poetry is something that sometimes happens to us writer types. It sneaks its way in between the cracks sometimes, and carves out a space that begs for attention. Poems are like that. Just like people.
Though these words came to me in a steady stream while driving through LA over six years ago, they seem especially true for Right Now and I felt compelled to share them with you.
Our world is moving so fast right now–what with iPhones, iPads, Twitter, blogs, media streams going! going! going! It’s incredible that none of that technology really existed when I wrote this poem. And yet…I stumbled across this poem the other day and thought it was a perfect way to celebrate the three year anniversary of my blog and where I am right now.
No matter how busy the world gets, it’s important to be still. Still within yourself. Because without that quiet, nothing good, clean, or true can come.
That is all.