Upright Prairie Coneflower — Image by kenne
A Love Poem
There are so many kinds
of silence. There is the quiet of companionship, on a line
at a movie. The quiet of two bodies winded
in a bed. There is the uncomfortable
silence that comes , suddenly, to end
a playfulness, a silence to funble in,
a silence to walk through
that need no completing.
There are the silences like rain
that slow the day, the quiet story
of a man who has died while dreaming.
These are the laws of silence.
That it is pliant and thus cannot
Be broken. That it is company
to every voice.
— Randall Watson
