Poem: Stillness


In stillness

times when I sat

hushed under ancient pines

back brushed up against wizened skin


yet safe

cradled silently

beneath an immobile mammoth


In stillness

near a whispering brook

whose words spoke sense

when nothing else could

they drifted past

in bubbles of music

floating by

in ripples of spray

to be caught in moments

of calm


And in stillness

sitting upon the hill

with warmth from above

creatures close by

and sharing the peace

near by voices are small

and my belly is round

while the world is spinning beyond

In stillness

In stillness

It lies