sometimes we are silent. sometimes it’s better that way. a fluid point, a fine line of balance, there’s so much to say; there’s so much we should avoid saying. silent days.
we walk or hike outside, we take limited trips to the grocery store. not a lot of interaction, the way it is supposed to be right now. with varying cautions about distancing and asymptomatic spreading and aerosol molecules, the experts have my rapt attention. although i do not have the ability to make as much of a difference in this as those who are on the front lines, i need do my part. responsibly and respectfully.
making do with texts, phone calls, work videoconferences, online hangouts with friends, it’s still much more silent than it ever is, normally.
there are reports of residents hearing birds again in wuhan. the woodpecker is busy in our backyard, the mourning doves call, the frogs quip to each other in the woods.
and so we walk, quietly. we cross to the other side of the street, we single-file on the other side of the path. maybe here and there people answer to our soft hello as we pass. we shop, rarely, pushing a cart, quickly assembling what we need. we listen to the sounds that often linger unheard below the noise.
and even above the masks, even in the silence, i can see their tentative smiles.
SILENT DAYS ©️ 1996 kerri sherwood