Musings

By Benjamin M. Saalbach / Walsh

 

Sitting silent out upon the porch

Two stories up; South white roof above

And night sky, filled with sparkling stars.

Off in the distance, the frogs are singing by a pond

As frogs are wont to do; a breeze

Rustling wind, a gentle touch upon my legs

Shorts, the perfect fit for gentle weather

A silent summer night below the quiet sky.

 

Above, a plane rumbles through the clouds

And I wonder.

 

I think about you, the times we've shared

But mostly just about how your face alights

When talking about this and that;

And the one thing about which I've come to disagree

Can we still be friends there?

My mind has done, but still my heart's aloof

Wandering through the wondering sad glades of silent thought

And I wonder.

 

I think about the evil in this world

Whether smiling Satan's really there

Grinning in his infamy

As a lost soul without remorse

Sitting, sitting in a human home

Devils, all of them, soulless creatures strange from this my own

Skin and bone, but nothing more.

Do these exist? I ask

And again, I am unsure.

 

Gonna speak tomorrow, speak before you all

How much of myself can I let out, I ask

How much of me will you care to know?

Or then again, is the question itself off-bounds

And then I am unsure.

 

I think about the time that I was wont to say

Something, anything, but yet I kept my fast

I had something to say, but yet no words

I said, "THIS is more important now

I'll write my book, I'll see them later

THEY aren't busy mountaining the molehills."

I had no words to use, it's true

But still I was unsure.

 

I think about the end of this

One point five years away

What is coming after that?

Where will I perform?

The world, one endless stage before us

With stage fright hiding in the wings.

How many others thought these things before me?

This I'd like to know.

 

Sitting silent out upon the porch

Two stories up; South white roof above

The sky is growing, glowing with the rising sun

Rising in the East

Shorts, the perfect fit for gentle weather

A quiet summer morning below the smiling sun

I think too much.

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