tides ○ a collection of poems

xxv. silence

have you ever just listened?
9 pm, darkness like a blanket over your empty apartment
the cold streetlights outside
and not filled the silence with your noise?

there's a clock ticking just behind me;
a sound I cannot quite make out, like the buzzing of electricity somewhere;
a car hurrying down the empty street downtown

not quite silent at all

I guess I will need  to travel to outer space
to realise what complete, utter silence
actually means