Silence
Silence is a cloud
around and inside of
this room
where we read
Each in our corner
Lost in different worlds
Silence
the luxury
Odd the way it expands
to be more than it is
if I stop to notice it
or have a moment’s worry
Is it ok
Is everything ok
In itself silence is not good or bad
Only the absence of sound
It doesn’t need extraneous noise
chatter or even quiet melody
It feels weighty
and lighter than air
Both free and constraining
until I ignore it again
It is free to float away