Less Than 1,000 Words
Written February 21, 2018, Barcelona
I talk too much and say too little.
Which is why, maybe, I haven't
been writing. Maybe I'll try pictures
for a while. A thousand words,
the saying goes.
But no, I love to tell a story,
even when I see
their eyes glaze over -
only I am listening.
Is it true?
Are we all just waiting
our turn to talk?
Can you tell when it's you
or only when it's them?
It screams a thousand words
the way we wait counting seconds
till the talker finally pauses
and we jump off the curb
dodge between cars
like pedestrians
first to get to the other side
Where our story exists
to top your story or
change the subject or
extend your topic
(most benign -
least employed).
Oh finally it's
MY turn
MY voice
Listen to me
Blah Blah Blah
Into the void
the nothing
the babble
to which we don't listen
in which we drown.
