Silence meets you at the kitchen table,
while you sip on your morning coffee and
as I see you, I wonder…
What silences do you hold?
What silences do you keep from the world?
I see silence sit beside you when
you’re in the driver’s seat and I wonder…
Is this life you lead your own?
Do you fond over thoughtful memories
Of a simpler life back home?
I see Stillness stored in a shoebox-
of dreamful eyes in your youthful photographs
I catch a glimpse of this spirit every time you laugh
But something has taken this stillness away
Did the dream this country promised you been betrayed?
I can see it in your tired eyes and
I wonder what stories you hold within
your laborful hands
Do your silences speak of
sacrifice? of heartache? or simply humble pride?
What stories you hold within you
that you’ve left untouched
but still grab onto