who are we talking to

when the audience changes

shifts dissolves and rearranges like

the churning of storm clouds and tornados

when the stage breaks and

the ground shakes and

you toes fuse into the ground like a tree

and you stop. and you grow

when everything you know has slowed

who are you talking to when the audience changes?

when the same words fall and dissolve into melting snow

a channel

on the air

a glimpse of understanding

almost unaware

that interrupting silence

before the end of a


the cons that verse the nation

the brick wall that hit

the train of their thought

and took the bits to reshape

into what they saw fit