Quiet Sounds

Image by Emma Belanger/

there was something difficult

in the way it carried across the air.

a small noise, repeated 

with the wind.

and where? Follow it—

a shadow on branches, against 

the greying sky, clearly waiting. 

she sits in patient whispers, 

a muteness to her golden chest.

it is cold. it is hard to be quiet.

and then he comes too. a string 

against the startling breeze, a forever in minutes.

and like broken kites

they push into the sky...