The Problem with Silence by Parris ja Young

​... is there is so much room in it;

room that invites exercise
or imagination
or failing that, watching the circus
10,000 glamours
speckled minnow trout thoughts.

Silence is deep enough for long vision;
like expensively ground glass
it rings when I strike it just so.
I have clumsily shattered it.

Last night I slept beneath the wordless stars;
even the freeway kept its peace.
My ears reached for your articulations
doeskin touch of your breath.

Babblers steal the opportunities
from wise old bards
who nevertheless get the nut
at each cracking.

Knowing begins in silence.
Thought stalks quietly as a garbage truck,
And words rattle in the windy alley
Like cans racing for the curb.