July is National Poetry Month!
No one else seems to quite get this;
no one else is quiet like this.
I think I quite like you, because
I'm quiet like you.
Right now the world
is not quite quiet; it's still,
which is not quite the same.
Alone in my room,
on this sweaty morning,
I understood everything
perfectly for a while.
Which isn't to say
I was an expert on the minutiae;
I only understood that there IS
an everything; I think it's
the hum of my fan
that makes my head so quiet
so I can think everything at once.
I'm not quite saying what I mean;
I think I'll go be quiet a while longer.