Silence

Depend on orations of silence welling,

Words you will never allow to surface,

Their gut feeling got, unsubtle difference

From those you transform daily to spelling.

Near to the source of beauty or terror

Where another’s words hit, where it hurts most,

Where the scene renders up your speechless boast,

There where there’s simply no margin of error.

Place is no obstacle for these orations:

In the crowd, loud, proud, in the dense café,

The bedroom, the beach, the railway carriage,

Teasing fine meaning from the big barrage,

Some sense from the strange, weird from au fait,

Your orator known through slow resolutions.