When I sit with you

under an oak tree

that is preoccupied with

tending its errant leaves

-I enjoy our companionable

silence that doesn’t shy

away from breath between words

It is a silence that is content

to remain pregnant- forever

It is an unspoken state of being

that cares not what others think

It is a communion etched in stretched moments that flow like rivers

…that space of breath between words

©Vivian Zems

Poetry Pantry #492

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