We sit – in silence
It stands between us like a wall of ice,
muffling our low clicking sounds.
It has always been there
That soft, sultry notion of nothingness
It has always been curled around us
watching us go about our days.
Yet it was never visible before,
This silence which squeezes itself into our world
It was never so clear, to the eye,
to the ear.
Never before had it announced it’s presence
so loud.
And now as I breathe in our life
I hear the silence.
It pursues me with bells,
Lights a beacon under my chair,
Forms an exclamation mark in my mind.
I am deafened by the lack of sound.
Yet opening my throat to speak
only produces a soft click …. click
and so is the music of our subsistence.
But turning, I see your smile
glowing in satisfaction.
Ginni bites! 