Sunday in CinCity

Talking to Ourselves

by Philip Schultz

A woman in my doctor's office last week
couldn't stop talking about Niagara Falls,
the difference between dog and deer ticks,
how her oldest boy, killed in Iraq, would lie
with her at night in the summer grass, singing
Puccini. Her eyes looked at me but saw only
the saffron swirls of the quivering heavens.

Yesterday, Mr. Miller, our tidy neighbor,
stopped under our lopsided maple to explain
how his wife of sixty years died last month
of Alzheimer's. I stood there, listening to
his longing reach across the darkness with
each bruised breath of his eloquent singing.

This morning my five-year-old asked himself
why he'd come into the kitchen. I understood
he was thinking out loud, personifying himself,
but the intimacy of his small voice was surprising.

When my father's vending business was failing,
he'd talk to himself while driving, his lips
silently moving, his black eyes deliquescent.
He didn't care that I was there, listening,
what he was saying was too important.

"Too important," I hear myself saying
in the kitchen, putting the dishes away,
and my wife looks up from her reading
and asks, "What's that you said?"

please note: art by Susan Dory, Deliquescence


  1. Breathe taking! Too close to the truth.

  2. No words... just feeling it, deeply touched.

  3. Dear Distracted,

    Can you hear us out here
    Listening deeply
    To every word
    You share
    Every important word ?

    Always a pleasure to visit this place for a moment of peace and pure poetry along the blog highway...

  4. That is so very, very kind. Will keep that thought with me today at work where no one listens to a word I say--unless it's "clustershag." :>)

  5. Clustershag. I think this should be a word of the day. I shall find a way to incorporate this into a full sentence and use at work, where I know for a fact, they don't hear me when I speak.


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