Fall silently into this poem, my friend,
and you will find its source—a mind at rest
from ideas and suddenly aware of it.
Oh! I have stillness! Wow! Quiet mind
abruptly ends, but here we are, alert
and questioning ways of falling silent:
The balm of undisturbed forests and lakes—
bodies and paddles dipping carefully
through substance that allows us entry
and bids us notice light differently
as leaves and birds and water droplets seize
on opportunities to exit shade
The resonance of city streets before
the dawn when few awake and none ramble—
straight lines and vectors try not to intercept—
when coins and bills fall from our hands gently
onto blankets of those who have no homes
and we remain anonymous like them.
How different moments of fear can be!
Those that we tiptoe through to save our lives
and those we stand up in to save others—
when we question the choice of falling silent
as action or avoidance, when we fear
making mistakes and getting too involved.
But, ah! This poem can act for us right now
while writing and reading, before leaving
this sweet window seat with its open air.
Later, in balance, heart-mind link regained
spirit leads us beyond our doors, restored
powerfully from this poem, my friend.
Posted for Poets United Poetry Pantry #311
My blog poems are rough drafts.