Tuesday, January 4, 2011

A poem about quiet, for @northernchick on Twitter....

sound

is vast

and inevitable

always signifying

something

the start

of a school day

or cars

retreating

to the embrace

of the suburbs

when a thousand

minor variations

on a theme

are complete

all of them

are intrusions

loud and obvious

they want

too much

attention

even

the slightest motion

stirs them

into a frenzy

again

but if

we are still

they will

subside

slowly consumed

by silence

until

there is nothing

but suggestion

and possibility

suspended

in a breath

that fears

to provoke

or revoke

this perfect moment

when everything

seems to look upon us

with awe.

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