I.
I sat with Silence ---
On a porch, on a grey-skied afternoon.
Chin on my knees. Arms 'round my shanks.
Harking back, choking up, musing on nothing.
Nothing --- that was everything I ever had.
You came with Sound ---
With an old, dusty piece of map on hand,
Blocking my view of the forest clearing.
Said there's a pretty Lake into the woods;
Will take us quite a while, but we'll get there.
I sat in Stillness ---
Said I was not a bit interested,
But later changed my "no" to a "maybe."
Noticing this tiny little speck of chance,
You stooped down and whispered "I got you."
We raced against Permanence ---
Into the woods, amidst the towering Trees
That watched every single move that we took.
Though it felt cold and grey as the now unseen skies,
Your hands were there to keep me warm.
II.
So we walked and ran and paced,
As far as our legs can take us.
We breathed, breathed, and breathed,
As deep as our lungs can take in.
By the smell of wind blowing on my face
I could tell the Lake's within arms' reach now.
I smiled and looked back, but you seem to have stopped.
"Is anything wrong? Are you scared? Or just tired?"
I rummaged for medicines, but I have none.
I scrabbled about for water, and I have none either.
How could I tell you that I can give you nothing?
Nothing --- that was everything I ever had.
III.
We sat in Silence, wishing tomorrow will be as beautiful as yesterday.
We sat Still, like water, on that Lake that we can't reach.
But can't we? Or we cannot just yet?
I leaned on you and listened to the Sound,
of your tired and cold hands reaching out to rest on mine.
Let's just sit and wait until we can go on with our Story, together. #
