Dark Quiet

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.

-jenn long