Crunching footsteps as I walk the creekside track
embarrassing the silence
with my presence
I just wanted out
out from inside
my head
the house
the hum
and buzz of appliances
my tinnitus
relentless
and now I’m here I wonder
if I should have come
disturb this salty place
all mirror calm
and draped with mists
I have caught it unawares
at rest and unprepared
the heron at the edge is frozen –
is he taught with fishy focus
or held fast in time?
something feels forgotten here
as the tide is paused
and I cannot smell
the silty banks
perhaps it is me.
I love the line “embarrassing the silence.” It evokes an interesting image and idea. Loved the poem!
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Thank you so much 🙂
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“embarrassing the silence with my presence….” i love this line. beautiful
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Thank you Tosh 🙂
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Sorry about the autocorrect
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