The silences reveal
provocative answers
to questions only
my heart dares ask.

In these silences,
in the pauses between spaces,
answers bloom like petals
waiting to be picked.

I don’t know how many lifetimes
are required to come to this moment
where the silences
resound boisterously.

What is more clearly so
is that my heart has aged mightily
and now finds
this body too old

to handle its questions.