Re-entering Fresno Briefly

Ice chewer on one side
Deal-maker/Titan/Master-of-his-fate on the other,
Public address blasts mixed with
Jumbled, one-sided bits of a dozen pedantic conversations
Overlayed by my own unceasing questions that will not
Go on sabbatical
And You want me to be still and know
-- that You are God
-- that I am my Beloved's and He is mine
-- that in quietness and confidence shall be my strength?
There is no quiet here, Lord.
Not here.
But there is a corner in my mind,
Newly discovered,
Where the only sound is produced by the hum of concentration,
The only lyric is longing,
Where I come to pay attention
To one thing,
The thing,
Where your silence is deafening,
Where your presence is all that is
Required.

c RWW