Sometimes everything just needs to be
s. i. l. e. n. t...

Here's where it starts
Here's where it ends...

Here I am again
I'm talking to myself...

Here I go
I turn on the flow...

The girl sitting in my class
One row over, three desks down...

The man, sitting in the computer chair
With a grey sweater and the smell of hard work...

A poem can mean so much and so little
So simple and so complex...

Cloak of gossamer
Hair of night...

Watching, listening, feeling
Noticing, noticing...

He picks up the stick
And looks carefully at the table...

The girl, with her midnight hair
And slender, graceful body...

Drummer pounding out the beat
An instrument's heartbeat thrumming...