Sounds of Silence
Conversations dominate my thoughts like
teenage girls’ tongues savor gossip.
Neurons bounce inside my brain,
passing notes in class: back
and forth, back and forth—
exchanging encrypted messages
with their next-door neighbor.
My brain
decodes these
electrical signals into primary colors: red
yellow and blue.
Vivid conversations dictate dendrites,
informing neurotransmitters
passing through my mind like step by step,
coded instruction manuals: i.e., the brain injured’s guide
to a lifetime of
happiness–but can it be trusted?
Like ocean waves receding
from the shoreline, these mindful conversations
come and go, come and go
come and go.
Like how the sun’s illumination never really fades far
from the night’s sky, my mind’s conversations never
fall short of leaving me alone in my solitude.