I can't-
leave me alone
we have nothing
in common-

I'll walk
in another direction
(without enmity)
towards my desired destination-

every life is lived in the singular
each knows its own ken
freedom lies in the self
it belongs to no clan

and so delighted I am
to know my silent plan
to move forward
to explore, reach and expand

Cruel is the silence after.
the love goes.
The nights when the
breeze

freezes and the frogs
lose their croak.

Silence like the stillness
  of a child's bare footed
  climb into our bed.

Midnight is the silence
     after the rain goes.

I touch the silence with
      my mind.  I map the
      road  to a

tomorrow I don't want,
never asked for.  

The place is quiet.
      There was a stop
       a ways back.

You left me by the Willow.
       I couldn't call your name

You left me by the sand dune.
       and when I looked back

you never saw me

again.


Caroline Shank
11.03.2024

.raining.

they forecast it,
we do not listen any more,
just check the window.