Quiet

There is a silence

deep within me

it threatens

to sever my tongue

as the quickening silver moon

dissolves behind tremulous cloud

enriching peace

I am no longer peturbed by

the absurdities of humanity

their voices receed and leave behind

what has always been and always will

a landscape larger than our debris

even planes dare not cut across

the cadant movement of stars

13 thoughts on “Quiet

  1. “a landscape larger than our debris” — a fine way of envisioning where humankind stands in the face of something more ancient and long lasting (Earth), as opposed to our fleeting civilizations.

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