Parsing the silence
I discover
the creak of my ceiling fan
the coo of a dove
the bathroom clock
tick
tick
ticking
the distant hum
of a leaf blower
I crinkle my toes
to hear my joints pop
and listen
to my thoughts
spin
spin
spinning
tomorrow's dreams
That's fantastic sfp. " Parsing the silence.." - great imagery.
ReplyDeleteI like this A LOT!!
ReplyDeletehugs,
aisha
thank you guys -- normally I can only write a poem when I'm unhappy
ReplyDeletebut I'm finding that waiting
even happy waiting
lends itself to it too
sfp