Of silences, let’s not speak –
Those pools where words dip their feet
and cleanse themselves of vain and brine –
of those silences, let’s not breathe.
Listening silences, they marvel at the slow
dawning of a fingernail moon – an indrawn
breath and all is said.
Bashful silences, those unsteady moments,
when words, gaudy words, mealy-mouthed words
hastily press their hands upon their mouths
Crisp silences of a chilly dawn, even as words fling
their arms from shore to shore.
That bright quiet instant when she looks away
and he can breathe – for just one instant more.
And the shared silence of a final goodbye
that must be, and can never die…
It’s more, much more, than words,
could ever handle.