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?
I wonder…
What stories you hold within you
that you’ve left untouched
but still grab onto