My relationship with silence had been as if forever…
Till I stubbed my toe upon a doubting thought…
Now the endless rabid ramblings
Grow like hungry vines,
Within those silent spaces,
Crocheting spaces within spaces

I sit cross-legged seeking, reaching, groping…
Momentarily watching thoughts drip, trip & skip
Slowly sediment into clear sheets
Soothing the dragons, the monsters,
The thunder & the lightning
Echoing within my silent spaces!
Sealing my wounds shut solid and cold as ice age