Silence
You are sinew
between sound
source of word
home of melody
the pause
a bridging gap
from this breath
to the next
You are the stories of spores
clinging to the underside
of a fern frond
in the distant forest
the cry of stony atoms
spinning in the heart
of Michelangelo’s Mary
who holds her cold son
the dark messenger
between star and planet
and the feathers
of a raven’s wing
You are what comes
before the right question
and what should follow
the impertinent answer
witness to the gift not given
a service not rendered
the trigger not pulled
a resentment forgotten
You are an infant’s gaze
the flushed skin of the lover
a parent’s greatest fear
the elder’s forgotten tale
and when we are done
whether ready or resistant
You are the summons
we will follow
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