The Long Silence

May 6, 2008
By Elizabeth Crowell, Maitland, FL

A long silence—a long, agonizing wait
for some inspiration—is followed by
a half-minute of complete comprehension.
I know why the rain falls on happy days,
why our cat meows at two in the morning.
I understand how to paint hope and wind,
how to look at a leaf and see a landscape.
I feel how the tree feels in a summer storm,
how the child feels while painting incomprehensibles.
But then the moment turns to mist,
from fact into fog,
and I wait once more.

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