In The Quiet
Is when I might be the loudest participant,
Without ever making a sound,
I would be heard if eyes were to glance my way,
Then the moment of reconciliation
Would turn toward perhaps wonder and amazement
At one’s ability to silence
the crowd, the onlooker, the shadows who knew
Yet were unable to ever reveal.
It is in that place I do choose to remain, safe,
in a freedom, in a quiet, in the quiet.