Soliloquy
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