Blue Horses

SUCH SILENCE

As deep as I ever went into the forest
I came upon an old stone bench, very, very old,
and around it a clearing, and beyond that
trees taller and older than I had ever seen.
Such silence!
It really wasn’t so far from a town, but it seemed
all the clocks in the world had stopped counting.
So it was hard to suppose the usual rules applied.
Sometimes there’s only a hint, a possibility.
What’s magical, sometimes, has deeper roots
than reason.

I DON’T WANT TO BE DEMURE OR RESPECTABLE

Why do I have so many thoughts, they are driving me crazy.

Why am I always going anywhere, instead of somewhere?