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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