Pause

for a moment
in your intro-jection I’m on an 
expedition and you need to listen
you’ve not been intro-mitted
and I’m kinda offended
I need some intro-pin for the
shock.

Please.

It’s my intro-it for my
officiant see my
introse face that is
intro-spect
we’re all intro-nauts
but I intro-gress

here, I guess.

We halt.

Then intro-sume.

Much deeper please,
you need to see the space
you need to hear the
space
it’s not intro-uvable
it’s not unusable
it’s not for filling up
nor for caving in it’s
intro-ception
not intro-cession.

So breathe.

It’s not intro-punitive
or intro-pressive cause
it’s not a hole at all
it’s a waterfall
and the only rule:
don’t speak so loud.

Just listen.

Let’s intro-dict 
these distraction pieces
which keep me sleepless
and fast lane to 
all the words inside
that ask for quiet.

An intro-duction to the
sort of soul that 
I sort of seem 
to be working with.

My intro-version is
not contagion
to be fixed cured mended
or else defended
I like to celebrate
instead this silence
and my seriousness,
not a mask

it’s focus.

The reader brings his or her own experience to the poem and creates meaning. Here is my experience.