The Hushing of Noise at Wild Acres

Silence floods my skin
and bathes my seventy trillion cells
in music without sound.

Silence knits my disparate pieces
into a seamless garment,
so I move like the snake I saw on the trail.

Silence points my attention
both within and without, as if
I had no membrane at all.

Silence is crammed with mystery
yet wicks a sensible flame
with no fuss, no negotiation.

Silence gathers me in its arms of air
and expects nothing,
accepts everything.

Silence invites
my heightened awareness:
keen ears, eager eyes, each sense alive.

Silence waits for me,
like my final friend,
without a shred of impatience.

Silence. I am her humble companion.
In this turbulent world
she’s the song I have longed for.

©Susa Silvermarie 2015