I have opened my eyes in a new home
Everything changed looks the same here,
The usual things and familiar faces
But there is a melodious quiet
It’s sound is echoed in the raindrops
And the hum of air playing in the leaves.
I grow accustomed to it.
The breathing of the sleeping dog
takes on greater meaning
accented by the sound of a distant car
driving through the rain filled street.
The passion of such music moves me.
I stay here, in this moment
Even as I find myself among them all,
Taking care of what needs I find,
But seeing so clearly how few those really are
How many times people make needs
Out of dreams and nightmares.
I no longer desire filling up all the empty space.
The thickness of that soft nothingness
grows more profound the longer I listen
Bringing tears to my eyes
To be a part of something so beautiful
Realizing the ease with which the doing
Can drown it all out
It’s low, deep caress appears in the silences
A gentle strength
The whir of atoms moving
Of birth and growth and death
Protective of my reclaimed silence,
I loathe to scare it away with thought
- the South