Communion

not listening .

not listening . (Photo credit: monicaxrose)

You can commune with someone
seemingly forever
and never once speak the same language.
Sometimes you don’t have to,
sometimes you just can’t.
Such conversation is more than
the exchange of
respective or respectful noises,
crackling static or desperate cries.
I’ve felt others’ anger, despair,
indifference, but nothing
that could be defined
as communication.

That’s because I’m not
as hard a wall as you think,
echoing what you want to hear or feel.
Sometimes, though, we can offer
things you might term words,
essential somethings
that communicate more of us
in their up-down-right-left wandering
on this plane of plain white
than our utterances ever could.
I bite into them with my eyes,
consume them as sustenance
for the me who doesn’t
stand, sit, kneel, or lie.
No, not lie down.

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3 thoughts on “Communion

  1. Oh, I’ve so been there….usually with family who should be the people who know you best. I wonder why it’s so hard? I love your last line, dear Joe… 🙂 xox

  2. “Sometimes, though, we can offer
    things you might term words,
    essential somethings
    that communicate more of us
    in their up-down-right-left wandering
    on this plane of plain white
    than our utterances ever could.”

    And sometimes it takes a stranger, a mere acquaintance, to hear and understand us better than those around us ever would. Thanks for sharing this Joe, a reminder that there are really are people who actually do “listen”~ Well said, my friend!

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