Poem:::Silence

Jona Branzuela Bering

let us watch silence
like a jar—an aquarium
with a goldfish, or like a candlewick,
flickering, just beside
the aquarium, or like the corner
table where the aquarium
sits and the candle stands,
or like the two chairs, trapping
the table, where space is
not part of the equation, or
silent and cold like the floor
where the table and the chair
are placed, or like the two of us,
sitting in the chair, staring
at the goldfish, at the candle,
at the silence that wraps itself around us.



*insights are needed*