On Gentleness

This. So much comes up in silence, even somebody else’s silence. I was struck in an overwhelming manner by Gentleness. Notice, when Ulay approaches the table where Marina is seated. He’s a goodlooking man, dapper and obviously confident. But all of that softens in the second he looks at her…



My smile is like a neon lightLighting up all aroundAnd drowning out all elseBrilliance in personIt says, “I’m happy!” Yours is like a candle flameA single flicker in the darknessEnveloped in a warm embrace of shadowsGentleness personifiedIt says, “I make you happy.” And you do.