It takes a quiet night.
A night like this.
You stop when the night
stops everything,
and listen to the silence.
It speaks.
It speaks
as from another world,
side by side,
so close to ours,
so close,
you wonder if maybe it’s here all the time.
It’s a loved one in the doorway, and
you didn’t know they were standing there.
So quiet,
so quiet.
Then something makes you look up
and it startles you at first.
But they smile so warm.
“When did you come in?”
Maybe they never left.
You should look up more.
And you would,
but it takes a night like this –
a quiet night,
this night,
this night of all nights.
I love how the stillness and serenity fill up this contemplation. This poem made me think of someone who is never far from my heart, especially at this time of year. The things that come to us when we slow down and soak up the quiet…
Your poetry is always a pleasure, Rainey. Happy holidays to you and your family.
Thanks, Pav. Nothing of any real significance published yet. I’m working on it. Should I ever have the great fortune of breaking into the competitive, overcrowded literary world, it will be due in no small part to the encouragement I have received from the wonderful people who frequent this forum.
