Anatomy of Silence
What do I accept from this silence,
this silence that lacerates peace,
this silence, anathema to bliss,
this silence, frenzied like an addict
deluded about cocaine & clouds.
This silence, pensive, dramatic
amping tension, wrecking intention,
this silence, violent and vicarious,
this silence between two lovers &
This silence seems to say something,
my bunny ears cocked at the angle of a
I can’t hear you
I can’t hear
I listen for silence,
the rub of nappy hair on metal,
the rub of stringy beard on brass.
I listen beyond this silence
to the tragic music of indifference;
If victory invites ululation,
why must silence seek its own company?
I know comfy silence
plush like Persian rugs &
silence cut with the finesse of
affluence. Silence that
accounts for itself.
Silence that touches itself.
I know post-coital silence
spent bodies in repose,
the plop of a weary heart
buried so far deep in a rack
I know the silence of old couples
sashaying in the wind,
cloth hems fluttering,
holding hands & each other’s lives
with a gentle grip calcified
by church blessings & offsprings.
I know the silence of flailing love
Its complacency trudging with egg-shell caution
I know the silence of sibling rivalry,
knotted by mother’s love
& cord blood.
I know the silence that precedes sleep.
The dip into unconsciousness,
activating dreams and slow waves.
I have learnt the lofty lesson of silence &
its kinship with patience.
The gap between
two songs on a playlist is silence.
The lacuna between two rising voices is silence.
The response to unrequited love is silence.
A mother’s call of an errant child demands silence.
The gaps between prayers is silence.
The hallmark of a graveyard is silence.
And the nature of silence itself is stillness.
Tell the tranquil waters about silence
Tell the aftermath of a reverberating echo
Tell silence about silence and silence will be
its response. But where do I hold this silence?
How do I fold it into a flotilla of origamis coasting
on the bayou?
This silence, vibrant & elusive
it begs to be accepted.
But how do I accept this silence?