On silence


The tick of the clock

the call that doesn’t come

the refrigerator’s hum clack stop

the unsaid word.

It is not silence we fear

but the meaning we give it.

Silence is a container

we fill with worry



An imagined reality we create

perhaps to prepare for the worst.

Silence is a mirror

that reflects our own minds

a clear pond

we’d rather smash with

sound and light and chaos

than risk seeing our reflections.

First we fear it

then we accept it


like 4th grade history class,

a necessity to be borne.

But if we become curious,

silence is a treasury

our sacred space

a mirror where we see

our deepest, truest selves.

We dive into its depths

bathe in its light.

We become silence itself

and fill

the whole universe.

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