Wherefore silence?
Smiles are silent.
So are waves of the hand.
Perhaps it is the distance
that attenuates
this electronic message.
Perhaps some ripple in the atmosphere
lies in between,
and is knocking words
that hitherto made sense
so totally askew.
Sometimes we do try to reach
out with all our will,
but are hemmed in
by some gravitational force.
On the other hand, perhaps
it is the wrong address,
or that all too omnipotent server is unavailable,
or what we are saying is just inappropriate.
Tomorrow I shall try again.
Perhaps then I shall be more successful.
The rose, bent, will straighten.
The blossom, closed, will reopen.