Silence the tube
a genius contraption
has me wallowing well into the night
the dark world surrounds me
without daily activity.
When I step outside
I feel the chill of discretion
everyone is hiding
deep inside the forest of our mind
we are all challenged by the silence.
When in the break of day
we can surround ourselves
with horns and traffic, faces and eyes
at night, in the twilight
all we are left with is imagination
the surreal reality of what lies around us
the unknown that we sometimes favor
quite readily rather than the known.
Step into a forest, a real woods
trees and brush that will envelop
any novice in the night sky
hope for a moonlit horizon
to help one traveler realize their way
to find their compass in the sky.
At night, while I now sit in silence
having extinguished modern electronics
I sometimes wonder
what is the attraction to my insomnia
beyond the reality of my quiet anxiety.