It was supposed to be a conversation
but all they did was talk. In the midst
of all that talking I stopped listening.
What happens when you stop listening?
What happens when you run out of patience?
What happens when there’s no conversation
to be had? The questions die on the page.
The air is filled with static. So we wait.
We wait for a moment to insert ourselves
into the story. We wait for a moment and
take time to listen and breathe and look
for answers. There are only questions,
and the questions hang in the air.
Like dust. Like fear. Like expectations.
What happens when you have only questions?
You try to make your way through the fog.
You make room at the table for conversation.
You try to find your way to the right words.
but all they did was talk. In the midst
of all that talking I stopped listening.
to be had? The questions die on the page.
The air is filled with static. So we wait.
into the story. We wait for a moment and
take time to listen and breathe and look
for answers. There are only questions,
and the questions hang in the air.
Like dust. Like fear. Like expectations.
You make room at the table for conversation.
You try to find your way to the right words.
