Silence

Words fall away:
you listen to the silence
as it listens to you,
invites a beginning.
You summon your familiars —
a garden of sparrows
pecking at seeds, in disarray
beside the sprinkler;
chevrons of swans
crossing the sun; blink at
the flick flick of gulls
as the peach tree's shadow
lengthens to where you sit
behind glass doors …
What will be woven, made?
Your eyes search back
to touch new images,
gaze out at unhurried
green life, dew and
shadows under the sun.