the
paper wouldn't take my words today
as
I thought and thought of shoulds to say
and
all the world passed briskly by
without
thoughts or cares or reasons why,
the
secrets wouldn't whisper more
of
silent thoughts and secret doors
for
silence had found place you see
in
the turbulent channels that made me me.
and
wondered often deeply still
I
thought of ends that wrought such will
and
wished I knew what lay in store
could
wash up worn on future's shore.
Rainbough
Bouchard
copyright
1998