Silent Talkies

                by Odin Roark

Walking the city,

camera in hand,

he snaps here,

multiple-clicks there,

videos flowing subtleties, 

images en masse filling his head.

Later…  

His one room comes alive,

a window shuttered,

a door locked,

a laptop never sleeping,

a printer,

a chair,

his bed.

His single light bulb

sways gently from above,

giving movement across 

collage-walls,

montaged-moving pictures,

his company surrounding him,

appreciating his neighbors,

respecting pedestrians he passed,

revering buildings he framed.

Eagerly

With modest glass of Gallo as companion,

he toasts them all,

smiles in thanks,

sits and celebrates the special aloneness

only one who is deaf can appreciate.