Quiet is a quite different beast to silence,
silence is all-encompassing and complete.
Quiet roams the high plains of indistinction
its shadow cut out of every tone of grey.
Alone within a herd of quiet moments
each thought jostles loudly against its neighbour.
A strange backdrop of unaccompanied time
stretching languidly out into secluded hours.
Loneliness meets self-contained isolation
they reason that while the sun still shines
you can relax in the warmth of this happening.
The world and its song will always return.
© Copyright 2012 Abigail Baker