The Gap Poem by Steven Federle
The Gap
Distracted, ears filled
with gossip, with chattering
laughter, hissing pots,
baroque music.
This chair's too hard.
My small table's streaked
and sticky,
twisting veins
of old, spilled
coffee.
I seek silence.
Where else to find it
but here,
under this too-
bright spot-
light?
Monday, October 15, 2012
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
'In silence we face and admit the gap between the depth of our being, which we consistently ignore, and the surface which is untrue to our own reality.' Thomas Merton
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