Separation, silence,

when did these become sacred?

I think of paradox

and poetry—

reach out to pull away—

think of how easy it is,

how easy to be absent,

to be separate, silent, to pray please

please just leave me alone.

To be exposed is to be responsible.

It is so easy

to turn away—you, a storm or a falcon,

either way, vehement,

without words.