a slow quieting

by mistersoto

amongst those years
your eye stares
out at me
from the glittering of a golden afternoon
a morning hung low with cloud
bearing down
with a stifling stillness

amongst the silence
what things might be heard
movements recounted
distances evaluated
answers dislodged
lie on the table
like deadened

these defused decades apart
like a moon
slowly detaching from its orbit
departing on a lonely flight
whilst a poet sits
in a cold room
deducting words
from the scales