Perfect Silence

 

Look up in perfect silence

at the trees adrift

all night: their sails raised

to catch the earth’s warm breath.

 

Tilt back your tired head:

Look up in perfect silence

at the spreading stars,

the brighter Venus, Mars.

 

When loon calls, awaken

and hasten to the lake.

Look up in perfect silence

at the farther shore.

 

Pause while the others party

and step into the dark

with Walt; he’s with you now

looking up in perfect silence.

 

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[Prompt: photo by Scott Umstattd / “Silence”]