Almost audible

Today is Julian*s day.  It seems fitting it would be a morning for quiet.  

This is a morning for quiet;

For the still small voice

To sound almost audible,

In the background sounds of bird

And train,

The movement of the hands

On the clock,

The vines

Growing on the front columns:

Almost audible.

This is the morning for quiet,

For the still small voice.

This is a morning for quiet,

The still small voice,

Almost audible,

Not production

Of new thoughts

Or language,

Not concern for the place

I occupy

In the world.

Not anything

But stillness

Smallness

Knowledge there is always the voice

Underneath

Almost audible.