Monday, 2 April 2018

Comfortable Silence

Comfortable silence 
sits on the sill
sheltered with the ledge
of the listening deeper.
Shall I fish it from the wind
flowing the curtains 
fluttering as a freedom’s wink?
Or maybe, I will peer
thru the glass lightly
fogging a heart-shaped spot
that is as transitory 
as the moment
that has now slipped into
the past
where the cardinal’s song reverberates
from the bare-boned scrub willows.
Wrapping myself in the afghan’s colors
I know to take the weave 
and string a lifeline to whatever 
will transpire.

mj poem

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