Silence of the World
The silence of the world
Has been winding through
Me fifty forlorn years.
It senses it’s halfway home.
Midnight to the dark side of the moon
A book half read in an empty room.
I hope its passage has been okay,
Not dull or dispiriting,
That I haven’t wasted its time.
When I make myself quiet
I can hear it pushing chairs
And tables up against the walls
As if it were clearing space
For a ceremony that starts
After everyone has gone to bed.
I make myself wide.
Open the windows and doors
Then get out of the way
9/28/23
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