Healing Silence

First days in retirement

Sounds of train and traffic
awaken me
How long have i been here
gazing into mornings inner sanctum
Their ritual rush
no longer call me
Their daily diatribe
no longer clutter my ears
How long have I lived
under days drab stupor
How long have I missed silence
lying quietly undiscovered
Healing balm of space and time
gently pour elixir over these aching moments
Heal these wounds
soften these calluses of heart and soul.

-11/02/2005

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Having been retired for six years, i can relate to this one. The first days of retirement are indeed a time of blissful relief, of welcome to the peace that has replaced the "ritual rush." The silence that has replaced the "drab stupor" really is a healing balm. Enjoy it, but be ready to find some substitutes for the grind, for anything, even silence, can wear thin in time. Still, it's great to be out of the rat race. I couldn't go back.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend. Wonderful to find places where silence of nature is near. The city is far away. I try to escape from when I can. Thank you Allen for sharing the wonderful poetry.
Coyote