Even The Grass

Photo by D.R. Wagner, Elk Grove

SILENCE AND METAPHOR
—William Bronk

Here is the silence; it is everywhere.
Because it has always been, there is no time.

No need, then, to wait for the time: 

it comes always in the sense it was always here.

Noise is here but never any sound.

We listen for sound; it is as if we were deaf

Under the noise, silence is what we hear:

final, always, wherever. Silence is all.

Grass, I thought to keep you, would have stayed;

and you, trees, water, gone too.

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—Medusa