The Art of Keeping Still

With your fists,

you can show me the

right path

With your fists,

I am no longer

angry

back

and I think i've

dropped

off

some of my craziness

with you

my silence

is not weak,

nor merely submissive.

No,

it's the hush

like sand

that is stepped on

and shaped

and molded

easily

to one's will....

but prevails still

exists still

is strong

is mighty

is gossamer

is rock

R.

(late 2014)