Silent Place

Photo: Creative Commons

Photo: Creative Commons

~

early Sunday morning

before waking others

a rising sun gives my mind pause

~

fingers of light touch the spine of a book, a memoir

where anticipation rests after question marks

nothing speaks where commas reside

~

behind leafless branches outside my window

the sunlight still low on the morning horizon

I watch a perched migrating bird that doesn’t see me

~

I recall the silence before a first snowfall

when I can see myself breathing again

on empty memoir pages,

~

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