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That Silence

If I did not have to speak

For I would rather have kept quiet

My head turned away longer.

When that Silence prevailed,

Still aware of the one in front of me,

A calm pregnant awareness of an unspoken realm

That spread beyond the current being.


Admiration so intense, unbearable it seemed.

Only words would detract me from that plight.

Or, did words hide a complex

Of feeling in a way, unworthy,

For taking precious time and his energy?

But those words of clear wisdom

Any time it fell, like pearls

Were being strung quietly within me.

A necklace to be kept

In that silent but open box

Within my deepest memories.




Reflections over conversations with Prof. Apostolos Athanassakis in Athens

Oct 25 2017

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