Too Long a Silence

I see you on the hill,

unseeing,

the words tranquil in your mind,

tadpoles at the water’s edge

twitching lazily in a

gentle, sun-warmed current.

 

 

They cover you in such

abundance,

you’re convinced you can

summon them

like servants.

 

You’re so certain they will stand

in the background of your life

until you are inspired

to bring them to heel.

 

Just bear in mind that

abiding in

too long a silence,

they will slip away unnoticed,

and leave your so-called gift

unwrapped, unused,

and exposed to the

storms and heat of life,

to perish unseen,

and unloved.