Silence

 

Wave-Grey

How long
since last we touched?
Silence cuts through time
as rock splits water

The seamount binds
the traces of clamorous tides
The ocean swells and spawns
a standing wave

Its cry,
a protest
Why was I born?
lost in a wilderness of silence

Silence is presence
an absence which defines all
the trace of that felt
a stream, a marsh, mist – no horizon.

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photo by Saki Cake

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