THE SILENCE


Shoes grinding sand on flagstone,
Dark where the trees
Sat high, and then it stormed.

I was in church. I
Had no voice, and the green
Came through. It was as if

Something other'd superseded
God. I knew it would be
Warm for April. From the

Parking lot I watched the yellow
"Hazard" light at the crosswalk.
I wanted to be with my own

Kind already, like the weeds
In the pea gravel, without
Permission.