Each of us has a version, an expectation - if you will, of just what "When" means.  I wandered this place - coffee in hand.  Looking, looking, listening, moving on.  Friends, strangers, nooks and grannies, lil cracks in the walls - windows all, windows to the world of all the places that aren't and yet were... and its Tuesday no less - figures, all visited, ringing so stridently in the ears...

The sounds of silence...

"When..."

When -
we forget
how loud the silence is
at 3AM, then 4 ~
at breakfast - as first a habit
- then just a chore
then an unwanted pause
then... you don't NEED to sit
- even at a table -
to listen...
to your silence.

When -
did you learn to listen to yourself?
Speak the unspoken -
listen to heartbeats echoing...

When -
do you realize being who you are
IS
who you are...

When -
do you look IN the windows
- rather than out?

When do WE
learn how to cry
- without a why?

When...

...all the never-ever-mores
forevers
- closed doors on times
  on dreams
  on moments, lives
...on the whispers

When?

I know
...now.

Chris



© 2012 Chris