From the Silence (Day 138)

Brighton Storm, Dominic Alves

Elsewhere inside 

the room we built

so carefully, 

brick by brick, 

close enough that 

ignorance might 

pluck it

from the ethereal void

—or 

from the stunned 

silence 

that void evokes, muting 

the tidal beating 

of our collective 

hearts—

something exists 

that we do not 

expect, a glistening 

shadow of urgency. 

Will it trickle, 

thick and languid, 

into the light 

of day? Or 

shall we gallop toward it, 

seize it, brandish it 

in one vast roaring surge, 

so that we may know 

ourselves to be alive? 

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six