Stillness

Pregnant pauses between two lovers

whose words bear weighted sounds

hold silence—
hanging slipping

as a glue of liquid pulls
and gives at its breaking point,

then surrenders
to the next moment—

words which hold capacity
to heal or shred.

Awakening to snow falling on snow 

upon brittle yellowed stalks—

meadow grasses, upright

askew and tilted in harsh winds

every seed and bur rocked

dislodged into flight—silent flight

empty pockets of
seedless and burless grasses
poke through snow until tips
are but memories—silent memories.

Deeply housed in lofty snowy banks

where silence lives
in snow soft and deep
as New Mexico cumulus clouds

in the vastness, stilling all sound—
as above and below,

deep silence 

then sunshine and that beauty
when snow wanes and grows into drips

lovers lie still bearing witness.

Kat

1 May 2017 revised