one silent hour

and now an hour
of silence

no sound
but the beat of a heart
the whisper
of in-drawn air

the hum of power
through appliances

the street seems distant
though it lies
just beyond the door

not really very far
at all

and the cars that pass
it’s true
that I hear them
but they are not like
at all

more like my breath
keeping vital functions
and qualified
to exist in the realm
of silence

© Frank Prem, 2017

September 2017 Poem #10: a bed in passing

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