Silence
It fills the air
Takes up space
Seeps in the cracks
The nooks and crannies
Provides comfort
Stability
Security
The writer’s drug
I've been perfectly content with silence
There's a satisfying comfort in letting things be as they are
unfold naturally
Not forcing them
because I feel like I should
Forcing them leads to inauthenticity
It becomes manufactured, created
Robbed of its spontaneity
***
Listening to the sounds around me
My footsteps against the pavement
Rain drops landing on car hoods
Birds chirping
Rain gliding down trees
The rumble of cars.
Music to my ears.
Then
As I stood in the lobby of our building
I noticed the ringing in my ears
And I realized
Silence
It was suddenly utterly disturbingly quiet
The outside world was much louder than this space inside
How peculiar
Nature to me means quietude and peace
But perhaps it wasn't so unusual
After all
Nature has emotions too.