From Morning Songs: Silence
Becoming part of dawn's silenceIn dawn’s stillness,listening to the quiethover like fog,I disappearand nothing exists.No sound, no light,no breath,no motion,not even my heartbeat can be heard,just silence until the crackle of the firelike a hand clapsnaps me from myabsence.And I see a blue jayat the feeder in the dim lightof another daywhere silence disappears and goes where I long to go.