shhhh silence is so alluring
and the word “silence” so false
to explain something so much larger than lack of words.
silence is what opens upon itself to
reveal feelings hidden by familiar habits,
feelings pushed down by responses
so familiar we know them by contour, by edge, by frame.
what other word than “silence” would mean
change, movement, seeds bursting through almost-frozen soil?
what other word implies force, energy, newness, spring?
what newness leaps unbridled and raw beneath our daily routine,
beneath yesterday’s expectation?
what would our lives be like if we completely broke
with yesterday’s expectation?
if we appeared new, fresh, formless, with dawn’s apocalypse?