Thursday, September 28, 2023


 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


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