Everything is still
not because of danger or a threat
but because everything feels completely safe.
Everything is silent
because there is no reason to say a word.
There is no reason to worry,
everyone understands everyone
and no one needs to hate.
What is truly knowable?
The sound of rain on the roof,
the cool feel of the strong wind
as I step outside?
The sound of many vehicles
zooming by on a highway?
The sound of the air conditioner
suddenly turning on?
My thoughts or those of others?
What can truly be known
when I am alone with my thoughts?
Sitting alone, waiting for some news,
keeping the mind busy with reading,
but thoughts still push forward
tricking me into believing a lie.
The room is silent,
empty except for a few nurses
standing near the walls watching,
themselves waiting for something.
A woman walks into the waiting room
from the small office near the back.
She is cheering, hugging all the nurses,
tears flow down her face out of relief
and at this display, I, the one other person in the room
look away as tears begin to fill my own eyes
because I know my news won’t be good.
A quick beat is heard throughout the forest
as the woodpecker knocks on the tree.
It stops for a moment to eat
before flying off to another tree
that has been yet untouched by its kin.
Other animals stop and stare
before moving on with their days.
As the landscape is framed
through a camera lense
it only becomes more beautiful.
As the shutter closes
recording the scene forever
the landscape becomes eternal.
But what makes a photograph
of any landscape so amazingly beautiful?
That is the mystery of photography
In this box there is:
A used movie ticket for a popular film,
two tiny alien ninjas from a pod,
a piece of soft fabric,
a stone with an unknown origin,
some stickers from various events,
a carved racecar which won every race,
some old badges from long ago,
pictures of everything and everywhere,
and many smiles, tears, and broken bones
all locked up tight in this box.
I am lying awake awaiting the sunrise
in the warmth beneath my blankets
and my head snug on my pillow.
I stare up at the ceiling, a million
thoughts race through my mind
as my body fills with fear.
I reach upwards but there is no one
awake for my hand to grab so I
clasp only cold air.
Slowly I calm down until I just want
to fall asleep once more but now its too late.
The setting moon fills my room with light
as I drape my arm across my eyes.
The leave of the old tree outside rustle loudly
in the cold morning breeze.
Outside everything is calm,
just as it should be.