It does not herald, no
instead—
it waits—
inside the buzz
the crux
To still within the matter
shh
that slow — slow breath, that feeling
easing down & turning round
then moving low while coming up
into the mouth of — static
When it falls you’ll hear
suspension in the peace
It won’t commune, is what
is & might
be happening now
Breathe deeply then & listen.


One Comment
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Mary (November 11, 2008 at 9:24 pm)
wonderful poetry- i have grown to expect excellence from you
and this is no exception
mary