I hear you tapping at my door,    softly rhythmic yet provoking,    reminding me that all I need for now    is to respond with thought filled speaking.    A faint hushing static you've heard    for days upon weeks from my location.    An urgent but gentle signal you send    trying to break the code of my silent vacation.    Stubborn silence, confused dreams,    taking a short break from unknown things.    This hesitance regards the knowing from the walking,    if only I'd start with some simple talking.