Silence, still golden, sounds different here:
Human voices blissfully hushed
Purposeless movements stilled
Squawking radios paused
Loudspeaker at ease.
Blowing industrial fan hum
Drones persistently on.
Conjured memories of alternate “silences”
Treasured in the real world:
Summer nighttime chorus:
Symphonic crickets, bullfrogs, cicadas
Naturally harmonious melody
Drifts through windows on gentle breezes,
Rains timid or torrential
Guest performers in the orchestra.
Autumn’s crisply rustling quiet:
Staccato bursts as rattling leaves twist,
Release tenacious grips of branches,
Descend to join neighbors
Whirl in a flamboyant final hurrah.
Winter’s frozen, frigid hush:
Stilled, chilled air crystalizing breath
Fragile, miraculously delicate snowflakes
Decorate dulled discolored landscape
Tentacled fingers of cold
Creep, claw past windows, through clothes,
Alive and breathing, omnipresent.
Spring’s pregnant, budding pause:
Earth’s thaw eagerly coaxes growth
Plants shoot tendrils skyward
Leaves unfurl, blossoms awaken
Poised to worship the sun
Bird excitedly warble neighbors,
Issue homecoming greeting pre-dawn.
Silences of home:
Nurturing, creative, rejuvenating
Silences of jail:
Barren, stultifying, numbing