The Quiet World
by Jeffrey McDaniel
In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
I was reading back my old journal when I came across this beautiful poem which pickle introduced to me a few years back. Reading it again really struck me how meaningful this poem is - how ridiculous it is to be only limited by 167 words per day and yet an ingenious idea to make every word count for something. How this would ensure that every word is thoroughly thought through before it is spoken, filtering out all the careless and impulsive verbal diarrhea and leaving the essence of what is truly important.
Sometimes, this also reminds us of what can be expressed in silence, how we can be with each other and enjoy each other's company without having to say a single word. How by just listening to each other breathe, already speaks volumes by itself.




