After St. John of Nepomuk, Bohemia
Patron Saint of Silence and Flooding
The savant who bit off and swallowed his tongue
Altogether was never a student of history.
The vast Peloponnesian Wars
Meant nothing to him. The Rosetta Stone
Was just a rock, the Dead Sea Scrolls
An oxymoron. But the silence of the night
Washed over him like an indolent sea,
And he knew how the rhythm of flowing water
Was irresistible, why boulders sleep
In dark forests without any fear
While strange animals prowl the streets.
He knows he is here to imagine these things,
To inhale the purple scent of night
As pungent as blood on the tip of the tongue,
And to hold them together in elegant balance.
Listen to the perfect silence of his dreams.
After a lengthy career as an executive, Paul Lubenkov returned to his first post graduate job: College Instructor. Poems recently published and accepted for publication in The Sierra Nevada Review, The Stillwater Review, The Outrider Review, River Poets Journal, The Tule Review, Burningword Literary Journal, The Coe Review, Contemporary American Voices, Where the Mind Dwells: Contemplation, Soundings East, Falling Star Magazine, and Fresh Ink.