midnight wind chimes

wandering around the house at midnight,

on a secret mission

(for tums

or advil

or something else i’ve forgotten) --

i am akin to silence:

we are partners in the night.... 

creeping through her,

(silence, yes, feels like a ‘she’....)

with her, around her,

we do our care-full duties....

•

then breezes

stir the windchimes on the deck,

drawing my gaze outward:

silverglow from the moon,

muffled under wooly cloud,

and underneath,

even birds hunker....

•

silence and i pause on our rounds

and take in the breeze,

the chimes,

the hunkering birds,

and we hug ourselves just a little bit –

grateful for shelter,

and children,

and each other....

__________

©2015

beth anne boardman

among the gratitudes

silence….

holy….

out in the yard,

under a crystal sailing moon,

under the silent

blast of starlight eons old….

black branches etch

the night

and call down the silence….

•

i stand amazed again

surprised

by this

ever available

presence

it waits

always patiently

for my notice….

•

perhaps

holding a spot

for silence within

serves the greater good….

amid the cacophony

of modern life

amid the chatter

of thoughts

amid the ten thousand

worries

among the gratitudes

between the gasping breaths

of laughter

a space of silence --

evocative:

reverence

reception

reflection….

oh my heart,

my heart –

how to hold all i love

inside you….

and how to wrap you

all about

with this

most precious

silence….

________________

©2011, 2014

beth anne boardman

photo courtesy

keara harrington