Monday, November 12, 2007


I just found the place in Central Park
where people go to be silent together

I can’t tell you where it is
because I’m here now

There is a willow
a pond
a bridge
a stream
large stones and
all shades of autumn leaves fill the trees that bow over the water

You’ll recognize this place
if you see the trees aren’t bowing

but bending

to touch your head in gratitude
for remembering that
words aren’t necessary for communion


  1. "words aren't necessary for communion."

    Thank you for capturing that truth and sharing it with those that didn't know how to say it.

  2. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KYLE!! I hope you feel better soon!

  3. Ha, so it's your birthday, then? Gail and I hope you're having a good one. Also, a wonderful Thanksgiving to both you and G.

  4. I have held off on commenting on this because I was not sure how I felt about it. It reads like a journal entry broken into lines to give it the feel of a poem. Not sure what your goal is here. I like the idea at the end about quiet communion, but I felt a bit constricted when reading the rest. There is very little poetic language, but it does have some images. Not sure how to point you in the right direction but I think it needs to go through a draft or two more, depending on your goal for this piece. If want it to stand alone as a poem then keep tweeking. If not make it a part of some prose work.

  5. I sense that more folks get on LJ than Blogger, and when they get on Blogger it's so that they can read Stallings' blog. Hell, not that any of that matters, though. Seems that everyone as TSAS is becoming some brand of shallow Luddite, these days.

    Anyhow, I'll talk to Sage, Lindsey, and Gail about stuff today. Maybe I can pester them into posting some stuff.

    Happy holidays/post-Thanksgiving/birthday/Black Friday/etc.

  6. oh, no, re-comment, re-comment! I removed that draft before I saw your super-sweet response!

  7. yes, happy birthday. sorry i forgot when it is; i'll try again next year!

    thank you for giving us a moment of autumn quiet. *HUGS*

  8. Words aren't essential for communion but you are a master of words and they are needed to get the point across, that they aren't needed for reunion with the one who knows our thoughts. I love my okie in the city!