Silence

Silence

The snow outside the window sustains
a visceral softness as we open our eyes, slowly,
deliberately after minutes of contemplation,
emerging from separate worlds the other knows
nothing about.  

There is something about keeping quiet,
together, sitting side-by-side in stillness
that prompts the space between to deepen,
as though the curtain has opened
and out we step into a world as variably
beautiful as a mosaic–a world that remains
imperceptible to those who believe what is,
is limited to the visible, articulable, or achievable;
recognizable only to those who wait
for the dawn of silence to break
through the thin sheets of ice that form
between this world
and that.