After the shocking snows melt, all
that virtuous stillness weakens.
So much living and dying,
need and want are magnified.
City jumbles of sound interrupt
before I am released of dreams,
and the hint of darkness taints
soft light seen through blinds
as I wake, swim through morning.
I take to the street as if
walking into any January day
and search for the sweep of relief.
The voice of my country clamors
before I can understand all its words.
Where will changes take us
while edging through winter,
pulled by yearning for spring?
Will we get lost in blind spots
that scatter among us or can
we mend our wavering shadows,
unfurl dusty or untested wings?
The watchful ones on the wire
manage as before, wait to burst into heat
of a beautiful day. I nod their way.
I fill with my own waiting and warmer air
when greetings of strangers cluster
about me like bright confetti of hope.
But there is no silence like the earth
faithfully turning within perilous times
and no sound like cries for liberation.
5 thoughts on “Friday’s Pick/Poem: Walk from Silence to Sound”
Love all of it! The words, photos xx
In the means of this perilious time, silence and sound are the beauty for liberation. Lovely peom!!!!!!!