silence.
silence.
a howling hurt.
silence. silence.
silence.
*
outside, the crickets
continue to sing,
though they would
never think of it
as singing
*
and Rumi says
to me,
how could we
know what a
dark night is?
*
again I see
I do not know.
I don’t know,
and the moon
hides.
*
but darn it! I want to know
where we are going.
Rumi says,
you are torturing
your soul.
*
inside, still no moon.
but there is a broken
open place.
I am learning
to sing from there.
*With quotes in italics from “Moving Water” and “Not Here” translated by Coleman Barks