MIkaela Castledine #144 Silence

On reading ee cummings Silence

Silence

I’ve never heard it

now I think on it

where on earth could you find it

air stilled to non conductive solidity

without

a breath  a creak  a drop

a whispering

of fibres

against each other

a bumping of molecules

air sliding over air in a descending scale

with the straining of each cilia

itself a quivering hum

there could never be a silence

where functioning ears are to capture it

silence being the sound

a tree makes falling in the forest

with no one to hear