January Daisies
Silence is a substance
it has form it surrounds us
it has weight it pushes us it settles us down
it centers us it makes us happy
deliriously deliciously so.
a depth of
silence is absorbed by our bodies
so rapidly that we’ll surely overdose
because we cannot imagine what else
to do with it.
our soul says yes
our spirit is whole
the I knows this is it
this is the song of life
yet it has
no sound
yet it is all rhythm
it has place-ness it is here
it is outside of us it weaves into us
it dissolves into the marrow of our bones . . .
it is
called Silence
yet it has no name at all.
