Nothing To Say

A poem from 1993

I write

banal and without niveau

to keep low

to uninspire

those uneagerly awaiting

what I do not have to say

patience?

Therapy?

To hold on

to what?

To whom?

Silent

but yet shouting

in the night

not sleeping

driving me

beyond faith to doubt

to question

who is right

who is wrong and why.

Where is this promise?

I await in blindness

in the only hope that remains

to see

to feel her

and all that I didn’t expect

What is good?

What is big?

What is wrong with me?

What is the next step?

Wait to see the new city.