The Silence

I lay on my back in the field
watching the stars in the sky,
flickering like billions of fireflies, even more, a lot more
and the bottle of wine is empty
and I think of all this connecting us
with the fiber of time…

Thinking,
for how long?
And why,
why?

There is no exact answer
or at least one that we could understand.

And I’m thinking also:
what is the point of all this?

But then I remember what Issa said:

All the time I pray to Buddha
I keep on
killing mosquitoes.

Peycho Kanev is the author of 4 poetry collections and two chapbooks, published in the USA and Europe. His poems have appeared in many literary magazines, such as: Poetry Quarterly, Evergreen Review, Front Porch Review, Hiram Poetry Review, Hawaii Review, Barrow Street, Sheepshead Review, Off the Coast, The Adirondack Review, Sierra Nevada Review, The Cleveland Review and many others. He has three nominations for the Pushcart Prize.