Member Poem

Sometimes I close my eyes and listen

To the stillness of my room

And listen to the sound beneath the tick

of my clock and the sound of the cat and the dog and the fish tank filter

Sometimes I close my eyes and listen

I hear the first layer sounds like ticking and water trickling and noise

and the second layer is far away, in the distance sound from my neighbors house or the road a few blocks down

The third layer is like a curtain

Big and exciting

Deep and mysterious

Really hard to find an opening

But if you do you can listen to silence

And once in a while I get through the he curtain and hear it

And sometimes It’s hard

And sometimes I hear nothing

I try to see the darkness of closed eyes

I know I’m looking at the back of my eyelids

But when red and blue swirls dance before my eyes

I try to decode the message someone is sending me

And I listen to the silence

and sometimes once in a while I hear it