SHOUTING INTO EMPTY
But there's not even one faint echo ...
No sound to reverberate or resonate or simply murmur
Shouting out loud into empty Is not easy words string out and float away
bubbles, pipe-streamer bubbles, small, floating, spinning,
Trying to touch, to find, seeking infinity
Are YOU there Are you
Somewhere out there lurking
try to hide in the shifting space between
in the void that islands each screen and wire and wave?
Fingers tap tap tapping rhythms crying to be sung
I SHOUT my slow winged words, searching for the tune to flow them ...
Do you hear?
Does your hand Reach out to gently catch them, to capture them As they drift, before they fade, as they as they
die in silence?
I shout myself at you … I shout the form that shifts in the haze, that fades into time
Leaving no echo, no trace no sound
When I shout out into empty …
Copyright June 2012 Jean Law