The One Palliative We Can All Turn To

This is where I live
amidst the cathedral tower

and its tallest central spire
where the air is light.


. . . . .

A stillness rises, raging through
the crevices, heaving around the corners,

slamming hard into that other side.

Hushed in shadow, the darkness fades

and I begin again, to gain a measure
of understanding because the silence speaks.

Its brave voice emerges as the catalyst

that gets me started – an irresistible force

that moves me, langorously along.