Expansive,
Limitless
Void of boundaries,
Silence speaks to me
In volumes.

Never too loud
Always at the perfect pitch,
Silence soothes me.

An unquiet mind
Prone to heightened sensitivity
In requisite moments of quiet
I invite tranquility to find me.

Eyes closed,
Lips slightly apart
Tongue touching the roof of my mouth,
Silence takes me on an unplanned journey
Surprising me along the path.

Jamaica,
New York,
My father.

Holding my hand
We proceed to
My roaring belly
An arbitrary comment made by a person
Whose name now escapes me.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh,
Beckon the dried fallen leaves
As my feet sweep them apart,
To reveal
My path,
My destiny.

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Ed: Bryonie Wise