Mine the Silence

A Poem

Yesterday it rained and
it was a terrible scene, but
somehow it made the
day easier to square up to.

There was no sheen
to wear or dull or fog.
Nothing to live up to
no act to perform.

Yet today, look.
You start with a highlight, 
and everyone expects
it to carry on this way.

The intensity dropped.

I knew it would when
I wished it wouldn’t.
Close eyes to the dark
and find a better approach.

Mine the silence. Prospect peace,
a place where we can think
out of these distractions 
that so tirelessly overwhelm.

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Photo: Manchester, 2021. Nikon d750

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