halfway up the wall
clematis, purple, waves
and catches the rain
out of silence
the heart rises, stirs
opens the eyes
Silence, Lost Sisters, Escape
seeking emptiness
and learning not to fear it
we lost our sisters in the forest
now they gather in the back,
their voices shrill and loud
they don’t seem to have aged
but we have
when did we trade the forest
for this dry museum?
where is the way out?
must we exit through the gift shop
or is there another doorway
we have yet to find?
Descending Into Silence
the eye turns inward
grass rises, luminous, soft as spring
the mouth closes
the heart
— hearing
opens
