Written for me!

 They Accuse Me of Not Talking

by Hayden Carruth

North people known for silence. Long
dark of winter. Norrland families go
months without talking, Eskimos also,
except bursts of sporadic eerie song.
South people different. Right and wrong
all crystal there and they squabble, no
fears, though they praise north silence. "Ho,"
they say, "look at them deep thinkers, them strong
philosophical types, men of peace."
                                                                   But take
notice please of what happens. Winter on the brain.
You're literate, so words are what you feel.
Then you're struck dumb. To which love can you speak
the words that mean dying and going insane
and the relentless futility of the real?


Hayden Carruth, “They Accuse Me of Not Talking” from Collected Shorter Poems 1946-1991. Copyright © 1983, 1992 by Hayden Carruth

    Yup, that's me, monosyllabic introvert, "months without talking" well...hours at least! 😁 "Say something!"  "Who, me?"  One of the "North people known for silence."  "Words are what you feel."  So, if I feel the words must I also speak them. 😊 Well, I suppose if there is to be conversation.

    

Medical procedure is over, survival is imminent, "come back in two years", that's optimistic at my age. So return to The Little House awaits. The condo feels huge, almost 3 times as large as The House, but it has a nice view from the 15th floor, even if it's not snowing.

Takk for alt,

Al

                                         Snow seen from the condo...coming soon.