by Kirby Congdon…….

Soliloquy

Each branch was poised

on the silent air.

No leaf stirred

and no bird sang

but one crow called

and then was still.

The sky was dull

but light seeped through.

The ocean’s line, drawn,

was far and long

as the sad surf’s sound

still drew the earth’s edge as firm

where oceans end out there

under another world

that only sound’s silence can comprehend.

 

– Kirby Congdon