Wednesday, 21 June 2023

Silence

 We walked through the night.

Two old men.

One a baby

One as old as the earth’s crust

Stars only

Old in front

Onwards always it seemed.

 

A glow gave them pause.

Cool breeze warning of heat ahead

 

Dry hot and sleepy

The midday spoke.

Hot and dry

Sleepy windless landscape

 

 The old one woke the young one.

The two old men began the twilight walk.

One guiding

One following

 

The second night brought creatures.

Sounds of water

Oasis in the dessert

Hidden deep in country from the young old man.

A deeply etched mark in the mind and land of the old old man.

 

 

 

Silence

 

The way back to town was swift it seemed but not really.

 

When had the young one spent days in silence.

The quiet was not quiet.

The dessert spoke constantly.

Mind and land and nature relationality connected.

 

They arrive and stand side by side looking back in silence at the days 

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