Keep looking till they start to speak,
treat all things like a woman whom
you’d like to dance with, cheek to cheek,
to sense the fragrance of her bloom.
Keep looking, and they’ll speak to you,
and teach you dark, material lessons
about the silent world, and cue
you into their inspired essence,
for they can breathe if you can hear
the sounds they make while you are staring.
Don’t be embarrassed to get near,
but let their silence make you daring.
Until they speak you have to keep
on looking, for they’re just asleep,
but you will recognize that they’re awake
not by their words but by the flagrance
of something in them you can’t shake,
which is their freshness and their fragrance.
4/21/97,11/3/09
gershon hepner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/treat-all-things-like-a-woman/
