Dayton Skyline

Quiet

I always wait for silence.
I curse the noise
Turn up my nose
At it
Thinking that soon I will have my peace

The time when an original though would
Beautifully and slowly
Walk toward me
A bride to the alter
A revelation

When I can sit
And discover a collection of phrases
Pare them down
Make them new again
Or make them simple enough to be understood anew

But she never comes

Often now,
I remind myself to be grateful
For if quiet were to come
She would surely be a disappointed lover

Anxiously waiting for my inner voice to speak
To create
To proclaim,
In chilling silence.