Absorbed Into the Dark

I’m frozen,
anchored as if nailed
to the spot of my reflection,
unable to turn away
from the molten sun
diving into a cool sea;
unable to converse
with blue bird songs;
a foreigner in their land
and slowly the stars appear,
in darkness,
taking their turn
to mesmerize
and so small am I,
turning sight downward
finding that stones,
also become the stars
spread at my feet;
infinity, when midnight,
is crowned guard
of tides
and ant like
I’ll wander away,
leaving my footsteps,
as a sign; proof
of my visit
to this universe.

Jim Senetto about Jim Senetto

My father was quiet; loving, provider but quiet…I never knew a grandfather, his side, or his brother lost at 28 and I was told not to ask. So quiet I was…me, the quiet one, second echelon in a group of friends…quiet in the confessional booth I was brought to…why tell a stranger, in a dark booth sitting behind mesh, my woes, thinking it just might be his woes were worse than mine (I’ve later learned, some in collars should have sat on the other side of that mesh window, confessing). I was drafted in ’66, taught how to kill strangers and my mouth began to question why and with some friends now dead from bullets of insanity, I became alive, vowing never to be as quiet as my father. He had his reasons, I’m sure, old school and all of that, but I had to break the chain. Art, photography, music, poetry is my voice and it’s all fair game…say it loud, some will listen and that is good enough for me.