. . . doubtful of daylight,
on the verge of the wood,
how do I bless this ritual?
this waking of the house to silences
between silhouettes of spruce,
birch and sparrow,
where the music lies,
where I fall into a suspended
surrendering
in the midst
of a morning coffee, a dance
on the day – this wearing of wishes I believe
I surely would want, these discarded
dawns, absence
within rooms meant
for more – Perhaps – with a eulogy
to the hush – an aperitif poised between
the notes of sax and castanet
Bartok – Stern – Simone
where time is no longer the same,
where
wishes
are not forever
silence
not an empty space
Susan H. Robbins found her poetic voice during a moment of still after decades of wandering. Her poetry published in print/online. Susan is founder/host of a literary, music, theater and visual arts salon, (www.RhythmandVerseSalon.com). – created in the tradition of intimate, renowned salons of 17th – 20th centuries.
