and silence sits
in the corner
on this night of full moon and cold rain and extra innings, cozy on the couch in wool socks with a book in my hand and a mind that keeps floating to other places.
i let it float and breathe in the quiet, the quiet that is never really soundless, because silence always has something to say, especially just exactly when you think it has finally fallen asleep. there will be a murmur, a sigh.
a question will come creeping up to tug on your sleeve and invite itself to the party. and how can you refuse a question? and then before you know it, the room is full of them, huddled in groups or standing alone, some sitting on the floor just looking at you, others mumbling in voices barely audible.
it’s okay though, because lately, i’m just plain tired of all the answers. everyone’s got one, or two, or four or seventeen. all jumping up and down with their hand raised high in the air and shouting, “pick me, pick me!” it really starts to wear a girl out.
and so i am content just to sit here, pondering, wondering, wandering. listening to whispers.
a little while ago, i went to the back door and smiled up at the moon. i turned and walked back to where i was sitting, and for a second, i thought she might follow me inside. i see her there now, hovering just outside the window.
but we both know that she’s not here to see me. we both know that she lives on questions.
i’ll send them all out to her in a little bit, just as soon as silence stops with the heavy sighs and the pouting.
and then i’ll give it a hug and tuck it in for the night,
with a kiss on the forehead for good measure.
because that moon looks really hungry.
October 13th, 2011 at 8:27 am
a beautiful post, kelly. i love hanging on your words.
October 13th, 2011 at 9:04 am
my god, but you really really know this place. that hungry moon just killed me – we feed her all the time, but she gets all full and fat and goes on a diet and gets skinny again, and those damn questions pile up and pile up and nip at our heels, and trip us as we try to just get out the door – crap, they grab on to us as we head out and stay with us, the bastards. the moon needs to stay fat and gobble them all the time.
October 13th, 2011 at 9:05 am
Love this post, so beautifully written. Magic woven into each word. Thanks for making me smile this morning. :0)
October 13th, 2011 at 9:30 am
You leave me breathless, waiting for more. You bring me in and then I settle at your feet and know “whatever Kelly is sharing, I would like more please”.
October 13th, 2011 at 9:43 am
I so love this post Kelly. Beautifully and creatively written. ~sigh~
October 13th, 2011 at 9:55 am
Now I know where she went last night … I hope you fed her.
October 13th, 2011 at 10:13 am
She sure was beautiful, wasn’t she ?
October 13th, 2011 at 11:24 am
You hit a home run with your words every single time, Kelly.
October 13th, 2011 at 12:24 pm
Oh, yes! Especially the part about so many answers jumping up, “Pick me! Pick me!”~~I know that space well just now. And yes, let them all hop about on one foot, as we silently slide out the back door…
October 13th, 2011 at 1:24 pm
such a beautiful post. i love your writing.
October 13th, 2011 at 4:06 pm
That is so beautiful it seemed to settle me and wish for a quiet place to “just be”. This is really beautiful. Thank you.
jj
October 13th, 2011 at 6:30 pm
Serenely beautiful.
October 13th, 2011 at 6:47 pm
Silence, satellites, whispers, questions, answers, all around the room; all are animate characters and companions to the poet in repose.
October 13th, 2011 at 9:28 pm
poetry under the moon ..dodging the question ..love this !