silence

In the silence you wait, you hunger, you listen. It begins to sound, a faint insistent ringing. The thirsty lap it up as water, their sole respite from the barrenness. Slowly. The dust gather back onto the ground from their wayward drifting, the wind tires of its frolics and is still. The sun retreats behind its mute, thickened blanket unseen, and in this desert of sound and being, is you.

.

you are poignantly alone, and strangely free.