The Quiet That Comes
The quiet that comes
at a fork-in-the-road, quiet
as we listen to the direction of the breeze
and hope for a voice to bellow forth at our queue,
is the quiet of waiting, the time between
pressing-play and music.
The quiet that haunts and never leaves
in times of action, just stays hidden like a spider
behind the bookshelf, slowly emerging
on the dark carpet for a clear view
is the quiet of awareness.
The quiet that consumes
like a poison steadily, in droplets
ingested or like a picture of a lost loved one
that follows from room to room, is the depths of a pit
where our future is carved on.
The quiet that heals after the hell
like a promise of spiritual safety,
is the quiet of peace, a gift
for wherever circumstances
lead – a show of mercy after
the acceptance of our defeat.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Blind Vigil Revue”
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