The silence
to which each sound
returns,
arises
is always pooling.
And within that pool, another silence
upwells, creating caverns and currents,
rooms and halls and roads—
What does the mind do
with a silence like that,
that begs and refuses
to be filled?
The ear roams. The silence holds
fissures, sink holes where other
older silences fell,
collected into a pool
undisturbed for years,
decades, millennia—
A ripple in these pools
is a phenomena
that speaks
volumes.
Kelly Egan writes from dream, reverie, and long drives. She is the author of two chapbooks—Millennial, from White Stag, and A Series of Septembers, from Dancing Girl Press—and co-editor of the experimental poetic anthology Laknes. Her poems can also be found in Painted Bride Quarterly, Maiden Magazine, Interim, Colorado Review, Denver Quarterly, and elsewhere. Kelly has an MFA from Saint Mary’s College of CA and has participated in writing residencies in Iceland and the Peruvian Amazon. She lives in California’s Bay Area. Find her at kellyjeanegan.com.