The Hudson River Diaries

A Compendium of Poetry and Natural History

gleaned from observations in and around Sparkill, New York

Poetry from the Hudson River Series

The Silence

 

What is the color of silence?

 

It lies in prisms of light beneath my feet

In sunrise

Just before the clouds swallow it again

 

In one place, it is quiet indeed

There is a dead cat frozen in the woods up there

Showing its raw pink spine to daylight

 

And this morning I feel just like this

 

My life is eating me

One little nibble at a time

Day by day

Bite by bite

Like a coyote

Saving part of me

To chew on later

 

It is doing this rather quietly

So that I will not notice how carefully it feeds itself

 

I must pay close attention

To how this takes place

Perhaps it is the color

Silence hides in

2010

 

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