Poetry is not the art of silence. . .
but it can encompass quiet. . . .
meditation. . . .
the moments when we
attend to breath or thought without speaking
disharmony is only one end of its spectrum. . .
there are spaces between words
Politics is not an art. . .
but politicians do exercise craft. . .
their media include words. . . .
But also wool. . .
white noise. . . .and wars. they cough . . . .
We’ve forgotten the sound of our own voices
Personal lives are our proper domain we’re told. . . .
So explain to me where they lie. . . .
What spaces are private when our rulers use their power to
control our bedrooms and bodies . . . .?
To clamp down our lips on every word of potential dissent
People. . . .
We must all become poets
each of us must cultivate the difficult art
of articulating personal lives in political terms. . . .
We must create words that drown out the noise of political violence
Poetry must excavate a space for the silence that is evidence of peace