Portia Faces Life

here I am at the same beginning
then I had promised myself the courage to win
but I was only writing without sound
there was no sound

now I don't welcome promises or seek words
though to the world I must turn
to see my self take meaning
somehow it makes no sound

it is enough to know or tell myself, even receive
that each new starter's shot
flat like a smack through the air
promises me a better path

so I paint landscapes what else
the sea against the land, clouds, moon
I forever dream of becoming a jazz singer
just like that, silently