Silence

Silence
grown grand and gravid is awesome.
Awful. Full of awe.
Dripping with it.
                           Heavy.
Humming with long
drawn-out thoughts--
have you ever heard the earth
sing in quarter time? It
drowns out all other sound
with sighs.
                  Hush.

My head rested on my daddy's chest--
I still called him daddy, then--
on the days when we'd stay home
and he'd stay in bed.
I counted the hairs on his arms
watched his belly rise and fall
listened to his breath.
Listened to the empty song.
Learned to wrestle with the gift he gave me.
The heavy sound.
                             Silence.