Absent

Summary

The poem "Absent" by Jonathan Greene reflects on the feeling of mental disconnection and introspection during a silent, tumultuous time in the world.

Abstract

The poem "Absent" delves into the existential journey of the author's mind, which seems to be adrift in space, searching for a place where silence turns into love. The author expresses a sense of being physically present but mentally elsewhere, unseen and unnoticed, amidst the world's chaos and the routine of daily life. Despite the external activities and the apparent stillness, the author acknowledges a profound sense of absence, a theme that resonates with the challenges of finding meaning and connection in a world that seems to be constantly in motion.

Opinions

The author feels a disconnect between their physical presence and their mental state, likening their mind to an invisible entity that is lost or unseen.
There is a sense of frustration or inability to articulate thoughts about the current state of the world, which is metaphorically compared to asteroids breaking away from a rotating world.
The poem suggests that the author, and perhaps others, are waiting passively for a resolution to the current global situation.
The author's mind is depicted as traveling through time, seeking a place where silence is transformed into a nurturing and loving environment.
The poem conveys a sense of certainty about the author's own absence or disconnection from the world around them, despite the activities and presence of others.

A Poem

I don’t know where I’ve been and I’m not necessarily talking about me but more of my mind and where it’s been during this time of silence a time where I can’t really muster the words to make sense out of what this is and when I say this I mean the world or the state of the world and all the asteroids breaking from it while it continues to rotate and we sit still, on our hands, in our chairs, waiting for it to end

I find myself drifting into space metaphorically of course because I am still in my chair, at my desk, same old, same old but my mind is gone, not with me as it travels through time to find a proper resting place where the silence becomes love

I am just not here, or there either I am misplaced or lost or worse, maybe I am just unseen an invisible man without a cloak waving my hands up in the air but still not wanting anyone to notice because while everyone is at work or home or doing this or doing that I am one hundred percent sure that I am absent

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