Iii. Silence

Nameless, the feeling describable only in picture The scene EMBLAZONED on yr retina, the morning A dock, a rock, the setting sun bark slap whrrr laughlaugh chooooord and silence. Four desks are pushed together and four kids titter as the teacher walks by I whisper to my friend something secret CUT IT OUT BACK TO WORK bellows the teacher and silence. Furious scribbles of self-pity after the Algebra test a note dropped in Her locker. No response and silence. A thousand live trees rise all around me each leafdrop of dew recorded for all time captured in a pen’s snapshot alone and happy and one with the universe I embrace the silence.