“DURING SILENCE”

a bird chirps.
a jet soars.
a breeze blows.
a tree creaks.
a knuckle cracks.
a tongue smacks.
a breath breathes.
a nose speaks.
a house snores.

even during silence,
i hear myself
searching for words.

i wish i could say
silence
is deafening, but
it
never
is.

it probably never
will be, either.
during silence,
it is my eyelids
blinking
that sounds most
obscene.
and when they are
shut,
that is when all
the silence
groans loudest;
when a solitary
ant can
descend
on our
sanity.

it
is never what is
not, but what is;
that is what it
is.

narrative poem written on 05-14-2014 by: on mattkane.com
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