Nothing...

If I had nothing
and everything
to say,
I'd choose

silence.


I'd spend the weekend
washing the noise
out of my hair,
drying it in nature's breath,
oiling it with self-meditation,
twisting it into corn-rows
of silence.


I'd want you to come
be with me.
Let discomfort
tighten its grip
round our necks
while we sit
in silence.


I'd want you to come
be with me
know me
understand me
love me
as we say nothing
and everything

in silence.


©ebele