The lake, as waterfowl take flight, falls into silence. Limitless stars appear; the night falls into silence.
Sports fields and schoolyards ring with songs of children’s laughter; Summer lawn with no such delight falls into silence.
The burgeoning kowhai tree in spring weeps golden tears; Winter shade shedding lustre bright falls into silence.
Parents watch each child leave to face uncertain futures; The pathway, steps that fall from sight, falls into silence.
Lovers for the first time disagree on little things; Each, baffled how to solve such plight, falls into silence.
Trains approach with clatter and clashing of steel on steel; Tumult passes; the scene of might falls into silence.
And Bruce, his time perhaps nearing certain certain-end, Defying fading of the light, falls into silence.
To hear the poem read aloud click HERE. Apologies for poor quality – broken mic and wrong mic settings! – I have to crawl under my desk to make a recording, which would make for an excellent photograph should I know how to operate the camera’s time-lapse button.
Tommy had sat for three days next to his wife’s bed. Sometimes he held her hand. Sometimes he dabbed her brow with a cool flannel. Her breathing was a little laboured. The liver cancer had hit fast, but these last three days of waiting were slow.
She seemed to settle for the night; another long night.