Forms of SilenceResounding silence.Forms of Silence
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She stares out
the window: open.
He does not ask what floats in her mind.
What floats in her mind are thoughts of escape
the ground is a short distance.
She would grab a dingy and float into the bay,
float into the bay in silence.
Better yet, she could be her own vessel.
drifting in the bay,
drifting in and out of consciousness,
while cool water plugs her ears
The only noise, an echoing
of musing thoughts and muted
reverberations of the ocean's sighs.
She could fly away
she could be a seagull, sailing
along the soundless breeze;
or a crustacean, scuttling
along the shoreline,
away from her deafening quiet home.
The only sound, the tumbling of stones
underfoot and the rocky mumble
of pebbles churning as they're moved.
Alas, she is anchored
at the windowsill,
back turned to the silent, awkward stare,
thunderous resonance hanging heavy in the air.
Wind blows from the bay,
of hair from her damp face,