The Peculiar Silence

The peculiar silence

of the aged.

The entirety of the mountain

before the dawn.


Time, frozen and meditating

Over hard earned memories

Adrift and unabsorbing


Gazes, dry

the dampness inward


The fragile steps, one

against the other, watch

the earth moving underneath

and the wanton world

rustling, beside


The inquisitiveness, the laughter

and the slices of sky, move

from an armchair to bed

and to the

rainless windows


The tragedy of being alive

with a child within


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