No Split

Voices, all inside;
division, all inside;
conflict, war, struggle, impatience —
all inside. Nothing to see
here.

Admit it, man;
you’re not fighting
anything except
the lies you tell
to keep yourself 
from seeing how you really are.
Your whole belief
of the sounds of your enemies
has never been anything
but the sound
of your own garden growing —

roots breaking stones,
leaves pushing into the light.

Stay still and you can hear it all
Now it won’t sound like you’re not whole
if you’re quiet enough —

yet, who, in fact,
are you talking to now?
Can’t you ever shut up long enough
to tend what you’ve grown?