the sun is quiet like the mountains,
the birds except for their wings,
and quiet too the silent sky
bellows blue, clear and high
my insides make no noise
digestion in a crawl,
blood moving like invisible current
too quiet, maybe.
still time spits in my eyes,
rolls around and removes its clothes
shining like a baby's behind,
so there's no notice
when the noisy wind picks up,
tickling the sun
like a river streaming white and gold,
breathing every last quiet drop
in silence.
Lovely.
Thanks, Gary!
The silence sings.
Thank you Matt.
I like the silence all around.
Nice being pulled into your quiet/noise.
Many thanks to Erika and Ed.