Stillness of snow at 3AM
Cathedral dark just before lighting the candles
The sweet space between a lover’s inhalation and exhalation
A heart at peace
The inky blue black of space
A fussy infant finally settled
Upstairs neighbors on vacation
Deepest meditation
The moment just after the TV is turned off
Cloistered footsteps
The seconds after the lightening
A doorway thru which fear skulks in.
*Basically a fast write list. But feels like the bones of poem reside in the list if I care to spend the time excavating them. Reaching for the place that is intentionally left silent or happened upon in the day. I am the kind of person who needs more than her allotment of silence, of sighing spaces, of expansive internal vistas. I could easily tolerate a cloistered life, a silent retreat, no TV or phone. Maybe I have become accustomed to silence because I live alone and it is available to me whenever I invite it in. Or maybe I live alone so that I can open that door for the quiet and experience it without having to explain. I know my life choices baffle many people. But they make perfect sense to me.
Great images! I hope you mine for the poem.
ReplyDeleteI especially love the line about the baby and the last line.
ReplyDeleteyeah - i figured most baby moms would relate to that.
ReplyDeleteFor some quiet is a scary thing. For others the best times are when you can be quite alone or comfortable enough to be quiet with others.
ReplyDeleteRJRDaydreamer