Silence

Silence

There is a silence 

that exists

only in small moments

of life. 

Blank, intentional space 

that surrounds us 

Wraps its way around us. 

A soft buzz

only the few lucky ones

who sit and find 

pause, 

get to hear.

No breeze, 

no bugs, 

no breath,

more

an absence of sound— 

both soothing and terrifying. 

I felt it once.

And still 

it haunts me. 

A Night With A Dragon

The dragon’s head was large, she said.

She repeated: LARGE. 

Which head was she referring to? They wanted to know. 

Details, please. 

We have never been with a dragon, they said.

Nobody has been so lucky.

I cannot give more than that. 

Fires will be blown if I let on more.

Did it bite you? They wanted to know. 

Only in the best ways, she replied. 

And did it speak? 

In whispers. In tongues. I could not understand. 

And will you see it again? Should we say “he”? They wondered. 

No, we shall not meet again. 

I want all of him, but a future together is not in the cards.

Dragons are lonely creatures,

and I need more love than he can give.

But you don’t regret it? they asked.

No, I regret nothing, she said.