Friday, December 13, 2013

Microchip Jungle

Through the strange phenomenon of noise canceling headphones, earbuds and, I sometimes find myself in a house filled with both people and silence at the same time.  I wrote this after reading some Wendell Berry poetry from his Timbered Choir seried of poems.   He says at the beginning of the book that it is good to read the series of poems in a quiet place, like the woods where they were written.  And yet tonight I stood in the center of my kitchen surrounded, but very much in solitude.


I am
immersed in
the quiet noise,
the microchip

My cabinets,
the trees.
kitchen view,
my escape.

yet there...

at the center
of my hearth.

I find
stillness of
a beginning of