Poem: Between silence and the sky

A winter walk epiphany

The sun collapses into the horizon,
brushing a lavender stage
for the new moon softly
converse with the glowing Venus.

One of those walks
I wished I had a chair,
to pull it from my grocery bag
and place it by the speechless lake.

I could stand there for hours,
contemplating that watercolor 
artwork of nature
with my eyes,
not my phone.

It wouldn’t be able to capture,
even if it wanted,
neither the moonlit resolution
nor the enlightenment
of being there.

Being, 
I thought.
In moments of presence,
is where we should be,
at all times.
The only place 
where everything 
is in gentle balance:

The solitude in this
clear-sky winter walk,
Listening only to the 
whispering of ducks.
Wondering why can't most people hear them.

The warmth in your heart
when you see all your friends
bonding together
under the same roof
for the same reason— you.
Even after believing
no one would come.

Or when that poem writes itself,
and you know its beauty was hidden
somewhere quiet within you.

And where there is one,
there must be
many more.

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