SHOUTING INTO EMPTY I’m trying to shout To shout out loud But not 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 away
away bubbles, pipe-streamer bubbles, small, floating, spinning, Trying to touch, to find,
seeking infinity Are YOU there
Are you Somewhere out there lurking hiding in the shifting space between in the void that islands me, you behind 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 die in silence?
I shout myself at you …
I shout the form that shifts in the haze,
that fades into time
That leaves no echo, no trace
When I shout out loud
into empty …