THE ART OF SILENCE
folded breath
a volume of murmurs
that is all
an understanding
discarding options
so as to mimic peace
to sleep, dream or wake.
to turn away from friction –
a wishful free flow
to harmonise, to disappear.
the River of Milk,
our mother’s beneficence
for this dream
the old man, the prince,
the returning journeyman,
rise quietly in the night
to gaze at the moon
—
simonhlilly 