This afternoon was sound and movement.
bangs, clarions and hisses
the din of lovers who creep and crawl to each other.
a cold splatter, here and not here,
ravenous in our presence
the words of others surrounded us,
like dishes touching dishes,
when we spoke,
our hearts were full of sound.
Vrooommm, buzz and kill…
Words were thrown at me,
and I heard them as applause
Clap, clap, clap
Purr, purr, purr,
Pow, pow, pow!
All lost in the clang of the kitchen, the people and the cars outside the restaurant.
But still it was clear what I heard,
“I love you”
“Thank you for being here”
These are much better times”
“I’m happy that you’re with me”.
All the sounds that passed between me and my father.
Not because we don’t talk,
As we talk so much
Not because we don’t express emotions,
They come like voluble torrents of lava, violent and hearing only their sound.
Not because we don’t understand each other,
so, so much
some days are noisier than others,
full of streets, wants and longing,
and the loudest is the coming together with another.
All the bedlam drowns you
As you try for love to pierce through.
And when you go away,
you understand the biggest noise was your heart.
Boom - boom - boom.