Song for Silence
By Renee Pettitt-Schipp
Published 1 January 2021
Silence is the rock where I shall stand.
Oh, when I strike it with my hand
may the artesian waters spring
from that source I long to find.
- Judith Wright
All year I have waited for silence
like a farmer waits for rain
angling my ear like he would
his eye
all year I have waited for darkness
to reach me once again
wrap its deep arms around me
call it rest
and as night pulls down its blind
of stars the bold orb cuts clear
above me round mouth a cold gasp
held
these days I do not wait for
invitations but the yes! in my body
pulls me to a place the precise shape
of sleep
standing now on the moon’s surprised
surface amidst an enormous
nothing space beyond horizon
winking, humorous stars
here I push my feet
into a cold I’ve never known
on a surface spurned
by sun
monochrome I raise my arms
into impossible absence
and my ears sing
the hush
I am a new shoot
in this world of ancients
I inhabit the status
of ants
while all around this orchestra
of everything haze and halo
where even light
has aged
and where for a moment
the indifference of rock
becomes a brilliant
home until
I lose all anonymity
back behind walls
steeped in sun contained
by familiar gravity.