“Listen”
I heard you. It is time for me to listen. This writing will stop for a while, or will take an entirely different course as I sit and listen.
“Listen”
I could see you walking a slow circle around me in your long, pale, blue-white robe. Arms behind your back, looking down at me. Your hands brushing my shoulders, lifting my hair, your breath on my neck. I could see that face of yours again, the one I still doubt I saw, but you look the same. Sublimely beautiful, and always having the slightly impish look of a grin, like you know the answer to some big joke, and are anticipating when I will also get the punch line.
“Listen to the silence between the noises.”
You are waiting for me.
“Listen”