The words out your mouth

come without attachment

 

Holding onto nothing

void of discovery

 

Only the desire to echo

and hear your own voice

 

Such a waste of sound

 

The chitchat flies to judgment

and condemnation

 

Knowledge resting on an empty shelf

an unpacked suitcase

 

Best to zip your lip

until you open your door

 

To actuality.

 

By Lynn Hahn