Sometimes I want to be quiet,
Like the black of the night on the plains,
Swallow the rush of the tempest,
And rain a silent rain,
Engulf the world in the darkness
Of the comfort of my warm mouth,
Then spread the hush
With the out and the in
Of the rhythm of my breath.
Sometimes I want to close my lips,
My heart, my head, my eyes,
And listen to the quiet dark
Of the moonless, eastern skies.