Deserted place

Leave the noise of the traffic of ideas.
Ignore fear’s nicknames for you.
Desert them.
Find an empty place.

Naked trees bear witness without speaking.
Silence falls
among sparse grasses like light.
The sea breathes in and out.
A single bird descends overhead.
Only God can say your name.

This deserted place won’t tell you who you are.
Listen to it.

Weather Report

deepening throughout the day,
as the world sinks into the mystery
that spoke it.
Chance of light, with partial darkness,
both holy.

   —April 5, 2018

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