“Wow, I felt like I just entered a black hole,” she said.

In open air beneath the sun
I open my mouth and speak
What words I can into silence

Stripped of small talk and idle chatter
My speech forms its own horizon
Abutting up against your silence

Between all the stances I can take
Amid the ambiguity of reception
Falls a monolithic silence

All my lonely lamentations
All my whispered secrets
Mean nothing to the silence

All my words and talk
All my confessions of love
Mean nothing to the silence

(June 2011)