For The Days I Do Not Participate in Conversation by Margarita Cavazos
These conversations I hear around me…
Are mostly unfulfilling.
Not even bread crumbs for my mind.
And when I sighed and asked for silence in my head,
It was given, if only for a moment.
They talk of people around them.
They talk of places around them.
I hear no ideas.
No incited expression of thought fulfillment.
Mental orgasms not possible.
I judge too soon.
But when I hear a voice that knows its words…
When the voice is urgent or confident…my ear is lent.
If I hear the falsehoods I try not to shake my head,
But nod and smile because I know some of the truths.