Moments of Silence

A poem

Photo by Giancarlo Corti on Unsplash

There is for a moment, silence

I sit and breathe and progress through the process that is life
true silence
quantifiable, identifiable silence
silence with the gravity of rock, and the serenity of a river stream

Now I breathe
and I feel the deepness and the richness of the void of sound

I wish to speak, but the moment is sacred
I dare not sully it

In silence, I feel my heart grow
and many things appear nearer than they are
and some farther

The trees outside my window. They are there somehow
in my silence