Silence
Silence sounds like
a snail climbing up the leaf of a reed,
the neutral expression of a clock ticking—nonchalant
and infinite;
it sounds like soft fur drifting during Spring, clothes
wrinkling in old wooden drawers;
it's the Finches’ eggs waiting in the nest, as blue as the sky
resting beyond the windows; but
most of all it sounds like the unfolding of a blossom,
how I open my arms to hold you without words,
as gentle serenity hugs, tugs
at this moment of ours.