Comfortable Silence

Comfortable silence  sits on the sill sheltered with the ledge of the listening deeper. Shall I fish it from the wind flowing the curtains  fluttering as a freedom’s wink? Or maybe, I will peer thru the glass lightly fogging a heart-shaped spot that is as transitory  as the moment that has now slipped into the past where the cardinal’s song reverberates from the bare-boned scrub willows. Wrapping myself in the afghan’s colors I know to take the weave  and string a lifeline to whatever  will transpire. mj poem