The way jazz seems to talk
to you
the way people seem to nod
all around
while jazz is talking to you
considering how absurd it is
to try to fill the silence
the way a nod finds
the silence
the way that silence fills
the silence of a crowd
all nodding around you
when one nod catches
uncanny
spilling out the contents from all
packages
unwrapped within you
before finding
yet another peeking from the floor
of wrappings
Ready for opening.