Cinderblock Wall

To speak to me is madness I teach silence: hush your tongue Quieten down now joys and sadness Temper stifle, thought make dumb Spring breezes with the sounds of love on Pause not here; they do not dare The summer air that begs for birdsong I change to stagnant, stifled air Autumn winds call out fall thoughts Each tree ten thousand golden ears Snow-ears listen ere those ears rot It’s listening things that shift the year But seasons cease at this partition I hold a separate world unheard Inside each day’s a repetition Each word you say, a wasted word