The One Who Remains Silent When I Talk

The One Who Remains Silent

When I Talk

has bright leaves

under his feet, fallen

at least three weeks back

I'd guess by the crunch

he makes, but what's important

is the time frame—

he's willing to let the whole

valley go bare and white,

silent,

without speaking…

it isn't fear or ignorance

it's letting this space

fill up with… empty out with

silence

he knows what needs

speaking, and knows stillness

around words is what gives

meaning its ring— clear and

true and

oscillating in the autumn air

quieting my talk