In dawn’s stillness,

listening to the quiet

hover like fog,

I disappear

and nothing exists.

No sound,

no light,

no breath,

no motion,

not even my heartbeat

can be heard,

just silence

until the crackle of the fire

like a hand clap

snaps me from my

absence.

And I see a blue jay

at the feeder

in the dim light

of another day

where silence disappears

and goes where I long to go.