The Silent Flock Poem by Nelson G. Remache

And So They Spoke-
Here and there…
I hear you all, here and there-
Like a close acquaintance
Here and there I hear you-
Here and there
I wonder how…
I look inside.
I look around,
And on my side.

I hear you all, here and there…
I close my eyes.
I hear them curse! I hear them call!
I hear them crawl!
With my hands press to my ear I close my eyes
Hoping for them to show at last -
Yet here and there I hear them clap!
I hear them laugh,
I hear them walk,
I hear them talk!

In the quiet darkness to my door I walk-
As I hear them hustle,
Like a flock in one solid block-

With my eyes tightly shut I wish for one human clap.
I spoke words to make them fade! To go away!
Yet in silence my voice is a loudless cause-

“SHUT UP! ” I loudly shout, to shatter them away,
And keep them all aware-
As I slowly move…so slow that my move is hardly a move,
To keep them up, until firmly I arise on my feet before they flee,
Warily opening my eyes I try to see…
The voice on their busy weeps-
“Hello? Fear me not, I am a friend…” insecurely I suggest,
Curious to see some sort of thing…
For their voice I heard...but there I stand,
Frozen alone in the deep dark night.
“Will you say one word? ” again I ask.
Waiting for one response,
slowly I turn and look around…
Frightened I lean down, and looked down my couch-

Soundlessly I walk back to lean on my back…
Staring at my door waiting to be open with gore-
As I shut my eyes to rest, they once more call out loud.
And keep me a guest.
“Who are you! ? ” strangely agitated I demand…
Yet there was no reply from the deep silence,
Around my clock.
I face my door and hold the knob,
Waiting to be answered as I lean my ear to the door.