No.65

I am a riverboat
The parting of waters
Makes me sad

from George (08/22/2008)

Dear Rin,

As a child I was so quiet. I am reminded of that now. So quiet, relatives would wonder
if there was something wrong with George(?)…No one ever found out.
“George, he’s a quiet one,” people would say.
“Still waters run deep.”
Once I had a quiet girlfriend. “Whatever do they talk about?”

The quietness is still in me.
I loved to read, words, many words. But the more I would read the quieter I would
become. Until something happened (what was it?) and a fountain of words flowed out.

Now I am hearing the quiet again. It is a lovely sound. We even have a word for it!
Hussssh. Like the wind with the faintest whisper.

Oh yes, I still have my voice, and can also hear the river of words, but a quiet word is
running through it.

The Little road
Led me here
To your door

Love and Peace,
George