Sooner or later we all end up
in the belly of the whale.
Tag: silence
An Answer in Sonnet
‘Tis Silence moves its fingers ‘cross my skin;
it searches, tenuous and then precise,
Under the Covers
Through the night’s silent fog, drifting
at the stem of the islands.
Sometimes Silence Will Try to Eat You Whole—Let It; This Is the Lion’s Jaw
Too cold to stand outside, but I am
back of Jasper again, I need the air,