I sat for a while br on the grassy verge of reason br dangling my thoughts br in water pools of sanity br while I plucked the shadows br from a wilting flower br and watched my memories drift br br but I was disturbed br by the sound of silence br and my thoughts dived br under the water br and twirled and eddied br with the passing streams br br they were pulled br by undercurrents of the past br that lifted sleeping sediments br from their beds br br and I watched them br I waited for them br to burst through waves br and gulp fresh life br to choke mebr br Sheila Knowlesbr br