Laughs In Silence! Poem by Eric Cockrell

sometimes we drink fire,
sometimes we drink the night.
and yet we seem surprised,
when the fire scorches our feet,
and the night drinks us.

it is but a journey,
from season to season.
from the eyes of the owl,
to cracked nutshells on brown grass...
and we call it life.

is the spoke the wheel?
is stillness ever stagnant?
clouds disappear,
then fall like rain...
who are we to judge?

is the shell the ocean?
the echo the truth?
leaves fall in October,
shouting for spring...
while the tree laughs in silence!