shall silence soothe the child who was left to wander..&..willing to wonder

silence at dusk holds
a certain palpable relief
day is done- no room for
another epiphany--

a frontal lobe, tired
from all the divisive talk;
tethered between ears--
grey matter, dying to listen:

to just jazz, flying off the cuff,
an open ended improvisation
flooding out of one's own fingers,
or a slow burning blues---cooking
up a zydeco stew

has any one considered
just looking at a starless sky
noting all the things that
don't divide citi-zens*

those actions of deepest truth
stand as pillars above the wasted
words....& thoughts- the dingy
kitchen floor---

where is the shining core
of an unchallenged love-
when one feels shoved-
kicked out of heaven

where is the parabolic peace
where we meet in curves
and hollowed trees
and just simply be

~kate lamberg (c) '17
*citi-zens: any person in the world...who honors  telling the truth,
living the truth, and fully accepting  what is. What is, is.