The pause is to reflect
When I speak, the pause that separates one thought from another is not a moment in which the next thought is apprehended, phrased, made ready. The pause is to reflect upon that which just preceded the pause....and in that moment, recall from my heart what drives my mind to think thus ... is it someone special to me ... the memory of our time together ... what passed between us?
This is what gives meaning to the thought just spoken. So ... words are erstwhile pictures of the influence people have had upon my thoughts. With some, I've shared a deep and understanding relationship; while others will remain forever enigmatic to me.
The Wanderer
And in my garden there are many furrows,
Deep and fertile paths of silten soil;
And they are formed within a distant vision
By all who pass and pause to till and toil.
And there are footprints deep within my garden,
With tenderness and care one wandered through;
To touch a vine, and pause before a furrow,
Leaving naught but footprints in the dew ....