Silent

I sit,

ready to talk to you again.

Looking for the art of practiced conversation,

give and take.

Speak and listen.

Words spill out so easily.

The thoughts that rattle in my mind,

hopes,

dreams,

a million questions

to answer.

Why?

Why not?

I don't understand?

Be silent,

they say,

be silent

and the answers will come.

But I can't, I can't.

My mind races on without me.

Shhhh.

What shall I cook for supper

and did I put the laundry in the dryer?

Peace.

I need to get payroll done today

and mail some forms.

Stillness.

Oh look, a cobweb.

And a dusty fan.

Focus.

My head hurts.

How do I practice silence

when my mind scampers down

a thousand rabbit trails?

How do I reign in me

long enough for you to speak?

Will I question forever

because I cannot learn to be

silent?