A brief poem today:
and I listen
for it to break.
I strain to hear
What will it be?
A passing car?
A moan from the house as it settles?
A stray bark from a faraway dog?
The furnace whirring into action?
The lonely call of a mourning dove?
I still my breathing, not wanting it
to be the sound that shatters
the thick, delicious silence
that surrounds me.
How unusual to be enveloped in complete
My world is full of constant motion
and vibrant sound.
I breathe soundlessly.
A motorcycle roars by on the street below.
The pause evaporates.