A Tiny Town

This tiny town in early morning

gives me gaps in the sound

of the light taps of my footstep,

pauses that are rich silences.

Then I stand still -

stand still and listen without hearing,

listen to a vacuum,

a void of sound.

That silence is then pierced.

She has emitted the sweetest cry.

It is an early-morning voice.

This is a new day's birth.

(23 March 2022)

Reviews

[Brad Nugent]

‘gives me gaps in the sound’ - lovely line, rich silences indeed. There is a beautiful sense of the new day in this piece, the contrast between stillness and a piercing cry; piercing, yet sweet. Not a disturbed silence, but a sense of hope. Nice work.