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.