Loose Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

And I wondered if the rains could think of it all
or what I had heard was merely a rumour of the light
beyond the flickering stars now standing in awe
before the great fall into the abyss with no name at all
to tag the silence or to say a word
equally warn out at its sleeves
made of too much leaning against the walls
and I never knew whose ear was the most sensitive to the cracks in it
or what it heard whispering if it could ever be turned out into thoughts
the way the thoughts turn out into the relentless knocking
at whatever door to open the ceilings and scream right there into the night
can anybody know the meaning of this of all of this all
turning deaf ear turning blind eye turning back to waterfalls
because it knows too well it is just a river just a river and an endless frightening flow