At the very least

…poetry arisesfrom the quiet of evening,just before the light fades,glimmer stretched onto a horizon,where, once dissolved,not even darkness is seen to move;you are flowing through distancereceding neither behindnor in front, careless that your long gone,but in the middle of somethingsomewhere and somehowwhere silence is louder than sound,and the power of what is saidis in whatContinue reading “At the very least”