Touch the silence
as it runs through your fingers,
like silvery sand on a beach,
like fine silk threads in an old tapestry,
like air from an air-conditioning vent.

Touch the silence,
as it settles upon your brain,
like cotton over valuable jewelry in a small box,
like the tarpaulin over out-door furniture being put away,
like a freshly laundered sheet over a bed, stretching, bulging.

Touch the silence,
in the moment when time stands still,
like a sunlit ice sculpture in winter,
like an ancient rock formation in the desert,
like an Egyptian monolith in the center of London.

Touch the silence,
I know you can!
You need to hear it,
taste it,
see it...

You need to touch the silence
if you are to understand
just
what silence is.