Simultaneously hollow and exuding,
Silence holds potential and emptiness.
Silence falls as a result lacking, and greatly we
Despise its effect. At times the voice of
Silence sounds louder than all other noises, and we
Must learn, simply, to listen. What is it whispering?
The Daily Post–Silence
The earth billows out acres below me, and as I stare down at it from the threshold of the plane, a spinning sensation propels its way into the very depths of my head and settles right above my eyes. Knowing that waitingone moment longer will rob every last ounce of my determination to jump, I gather a final bit of oxygen in my lungs. My parachute . . . yes, it’s behaving itself on my back. I clutch its string tightly, close my eyes, breathe a silent prayer for every ounce of mercy to be lavished upon me atthis instant, and fall forward. A fiercely powerful sensation breaks freeupon me, and I feel as if I’m teetering over a wind tunnel, a tornado. Myelbows bend naturally at my sides so that I seem to be in the position ofone who’s just landed into a belly flop. My stomach feels like someone isstirring it with a wooden spoon; it feels rather refreshing—a sort of release from all that’s been pressing down upon me lately. A few seconds remain before I’ll be instructed to pull the string. Ah, the earth is swiftly approaching, and I feel as free as an eagle soaring through space. Suddenly it’s time to activate my parachute. My legs drop into a standing position as I glide gently down towards home.
Tossed together, one chance in a thousand,
They sit across from each other at one of the
Identical tables sprinkled around the ground floor
Hospital cafeteria. A wheelchair-bound old woman
Seated across from a blind man, two invalids who
Have tripped upon an ally through mutual woe.
The blind man rests both hands on the white, red-tipped
Cane—the sole object that reinforces the hours of
Monotone days. The woman leans forward and offers
A smile, pleasantly puzzled to see that her gesture is
Received warmly by her acquaintance. Softly awakening from
Ages of silence is their vigor for fixing others in need. A
Vigor hushed by evolving into a needy existence.