Jacob Salzer
What HappensWhat happens
when the busy noise of stressful lives slows to a steady pulse and becomes still when the sounds of a city fade away as children sleep and the hollow walls of those ancient buildings begin to speak their hidden voices carried in the hearts and minds of those who can listen – when the people start to live in this place where no words can follow and all language subsides even for a moment – to watch our words fall into their roots, into the ancient harbor – (this empty page) that carries them UntitledI wake knowing nothing
in a wordless morning the sound of wind stirring dead leaves fallen between once familiar streets now unrecognizable the lines of the leaves are the veins on the back of my grandmother’s hands touching the keys within the sounds of a city we heard her final song dissolve in the dark beneath remnants of a dream a silence we do not notice |
Early MorningWe start to wake
the way morning fog fills empty fields listening to the way rain moves seeing thick mist hide the horizon listening to you sleep inside a distant bird call fades against the sighing breath outside my window your body curled inside a cozy blanket then the eyes start to open your eyes start to open a sudden sigh and a long moaning mmmmm……… arms stretch out, then loud, uncontrollable laughter that soon fades into the sounds of your first whispers Haikuhow many
become one sound of rain A Roaring RiverThe barren desert remains unchanged
while the river goes on roaring without knowing if it’s day or night it goes on without distraction and does not know of past or future or any measurement of time even when all that is left are the dried up veins of the earth it carries its sound into wordless depths of a nameless sea |