Be still, Poem.
I urge you take note
Of the words you give life
Learn from them
Do not cause a din, be the soft
Whisper of the constant
The unheralded beauty
Be the voice that gasps, “There!”
As the fleeting sun shines
So briefly upon the deep spring
In the rock, the blessing of the
Always Was, as it briefly opens
Our eyes, wide against realization
And wet with tears, as we know
We must eventually close them
Be still, Poem. Watch, and create no sound.