Looking inward I see…

Sometimes in the quiet

in the sound of dripping water

ii hear the silence

in the lavender soap dish

next to the hand towel

and wrapped in a tissue

as if it would break

shatter

upon falling to the floor

and I am sure I hear it

My ears cupped tot he wind

my eyes turned inward

and finding solace

There is a fork in the road

and I choose neither path.