SILENCE LONG PRACTICED

The slight rise of the hill,

Before the sharp right turn,

Obscures more than the earliest

Angle of the cars’ lights

Before the dawn the low slung

Beams spread across the tar

And stone skipped across the higher

Rise of the eye’s need to see

His features cleared,

Transparent in the background

Shifts behind each eye movement,

Each changed lip curve

Implies meaning, a hidden scene,

A word unspoken from

Silence long practiced

Until one eye questions another eye

And the foreground shifts

In front of each early morning’s

Scene each feature is overlaid

Each voiced sound rises and cancels

Out the view until their spoken words recede.

© cmheuer, 2013