In the loudness of silence there is a place to rest
A lee to take shelter in
But there is also sadness
Cold, dark water with no end
As still as black glass
I fear staying here too long will take me
And yet here I am again
Looking out at the world
wondering
One day I will simply not go back
This I know and it does not scare me
In the loudness of silence there is peace I hardly know in my life
A temptation to linger
To shut everything out that is beyond
And slip below the surface
But just past the gate a child is standing in the morning light looking for her mother
She calls blindly like a little bird from a nest
Turning in a perfect circle
Calling at each curve
Her voice reaching me in ripples
Her trust and her need are a soft whisper saying: hope is not dead only sleeping
August 17, 2013 mlb
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