SILENCE
WE are still;
There are no words.
Across the sky
A wedge of birds
Flies northward. Brown and thinned,
A brittle leaf rasps in the wind.
The sun creeps on from tree to tree.
We are still.
Were a word spoken,
Like a troubled pool
Is silence broken.
Better far be dumb.
There are depths no stone could plumb;
Circles widen endlessly.