VISITING WITH OLD FRIENDS AND ENEMIES

With the light kiss

And stealth of an ocean fog

Silence takes possession of my house

Buries the noise of day.

The heavy quiet crouches

Down for the length

Of this night.

Loneliness—completely at ease,

Lounges against the stairs,

My childhood friend

Waiting to walk with me again

Hand in hand into the familiarity

Of meeting old friends…and enemies.

In this empty time thoughts wander

Backward

Toward a spiral of sounds—

Voices

From a distance so far

They can only be an echo

Of what was.

And the hunger awakes.

Still the silence

Lays its quiet all around.

While undirected anger

Whips wildly at random.

Sorrow, anger and pity

Circle, spinning

In a cyclone-like vortex

With silence at its core

Creating the void

Where the unclosing eye

Captures, sums and scatters

All the unconscious reveals.

And though the unprotected heart

Flinches as from rope burn stings,

The miraculous balm

Of uncaged, unbounded joy

Spills its liquidity

Of unspecific love over all.

#wordlquietday