Silence sits on my sofa
like an uninvited guest.
On the wall is a painting
of birds flying headless,
searching for the sun.
A shadow as long as
a lizard’s tongue,
catches flies
and spits them out again.
A moth lights on my shoulder,
his wings like hands
folded in prayer.
He flies into the darkness
the shadow created,
only to kill himself from light
escaping my door,
and turns to dust on my floor.
Microcosms
George Freek’s poem “Enigmatic Variations” was recently nominated for Best of the Net. His poem “Night Thoughts” was also nominated for a Pushcart Prize.