Some good news

The stuff on my husband’s tongue is not malignant. This surprised the doctor, who said he never saw anything looking like it did that wasn’t cancer. It is a condition that, if not treated, could become cancerous though, so surgery is upcoming to remove the affected tissue.
Here are a couple of whitters from yesterday evening and night.

Hiatus

The land of absolute silence
no need to say
a thing
the air thick and slow
with all the times it’s all been said before
pungent with languages and intonations

The loom stands useless
abandoned
for the weaving is over
and the weaver, overcome,
wandered away one day
over a hill in the distance

No announcement
clarion blare of fanfare
for a puff of smoke is all it takes
a flash of clarity
it only takes a moment
to get here from the noise

Covered by warm water
smothered by judgments unknowing
the thoughts and reasons for telling
gone or snowed under
before relentless missing of points
words and their work prove futile

Knowing empty

We crisscross
missing contact because this
is a distant night
last resort coming up next
to close eyes against these
indifferent surroundings
then
trust that into the velvet
nothingness of this
night’s sleep
you will come

Like a desert stretching out
so far beyond what can be seen
the days pass and blend
lost my glasses in a minute today
can’t see to find them
blurring the world away
my mind’s eye focused on
a diamond in an oasis
lost over the horizon
moving slowly and I
am in need of a caravan

Sometimes I believe most of all
in silence
the pen’s sometimes smooth
sometimes arduous way through
the pages
making the only sound
but as for speech
it does not need to come
not in a desert night
nor into the vacancy
that is a dreamless sleep