SILENCE

He sat there, all mammalian,

a neurologically alternative Buddha:
chin buried to chest, eyes dribbling;
a full stop in a mad rambling world.
I sat with him as excuse, being with,
a refugee from the chaos outside.
I spoke words because I felt I should:
desperate hammered utterances;
all nothing trying to be something.
Time and silence, a sinking down to depths,
Contact and a rocking emergence;
delight through the dance of fingertips.
He speaks like a universe finding words.
Wait beyond conquer or be conquered,
that’s where you might hear him still.