June 8, 2011

Prenatal

I crave a deeper silence,
out of earshot
from probing questions,
loud voices.
I've stopped
answering the phone,
listening to voicemail,
silly names,
pointless suggestions 
about my future.
Better the phone rings
on and on, until my being
unavailable becomes
normal.
Kicking in the deep end of the pool,
we swim past one another
lost in thought.
It's quiet with ear plugs
and the bottom
seems a long way down.
Ceaseless talk, pretense, lies
drop away;
all I hear
is the pounding of blood
in my ears.


6/2011