Hope you all are doing well. Please stay in touch and
hope you enjoy this poem.

After a long time, I went to Edward's ferry for a walk
on the towpath last sunday. Used to do this every
sunday once upon a time. The moment I got out of the
car and walked to the water, I realized why.

Sankar

Silence

2/5/07

Even the waters are silent
On this winter day.
The trees without a leaf to stir
Watch the wavelets
In lonely desolation.

The air almost solid.
The swamps frozen around the feet of the trees.
There is nothing to distract,
Nothing to focus on.
The mind is quiet as the air.

The birds
Are nowhere to be seen.
The planes out of Dulles
in the near distance
merely underline the stillness.

As I walk on the towpath
My feet grind on the gravel.
I slow down
to quiet the footsteps,
and enjoy your presence.

You live in the motionless trees
And the dark expanse of empty space.
You envelop everything,
becoming invisible
save for such glimpses.

The body gets old.
Even desire dies.
But another winter day
I will be here to meet you.
You are eternal.