Streaks of light 
on bright white 
break through gauzy
brown sheers hanging 
no tarnishing tawny 
just shadows where
flannel rises high 
and river beds
drop off edges 
and disappear down 
downstream and downward 
flowing into the 
shallows of shoes
half tucked under

My ears hear
what my eyes 
have been missing 
long lost melodies 
that meant much 
a quiet soundtrack 
to our silence 
the filling in 
between the layers 
lines and cracks 
making a pavement 

To what of
empty is lovely 
for doesn’t none 
beg for some 
why then is
silence only seen 
and never heard 
it might seem 
everything I know 
that has been 
empty has always 
been filled almost 
to the brim 
as if empty 
couldn’t be more 

I have found 
that patience is 
a key virtue 
in creating a 
life that works 
no more knee
jerk reactions or 
arrogance veiled in 
desires or wants 
but a listening 
to exactly what 
it is that 
my life needs 
in order for 
its own happiness 

I wonder if 
things are in
what we don’t 
notice until needed 
that maybe then
when before there
we made do
but now when 
said and done 
if only I 
had then maybe 
I’d have won