Silently

I’d rather have no drama

and nothing to say

than something made up,

claiming attention

but lacking the tone

that fills all the spaces

with presence

I’d rather wait silent

and so make an opening —

place for a thing that’s just forming

to gather, to grow, to get strong,

and send its sweet tendrils

in untouched directions

to cleave the clear air with its song.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 22, 2018