Silence

Silence. . .
In the falling pink and white petals of the spring blossoms as they make their way to line the sidewalk for all who walk like rose petals scattered down an aisle to set the tone for a new journey to begin
In the drops of blood dripping down the eyelashes of an injured homeless man as he lies on the concrete looking up at the world like a young child wondering who will reach out to help remove the pain
In the movements of a young man who spends his evening dancing alone on a platform in a dance club while scores of others dance beneath him on the floor connecting with smiles, gentle touches and rhythmic movements to the deafening music
In the breath of a poor mother sitting on a step at a cheap motel blowing dandelion seeds to the delight of her young daughter who knows their life is not like the other girls in her class, yet she dances with nature’s melody as the seeds blow away
In the eyes of an adolescent girl who feels alone at a gathering of hundreds perceiving she is ignored by all she tries to connect with, when there is joy and celebration surrounding her, yet her pain only increases like the volume of the music being played as she stands alone and stares at others waiting to be acknowledged by someone, anyone
In the drifting of a boat being maneuvered by the current on the river as rain begins to gently fall on the water like the dropping of a spider from its web, still connected yet free
It’s there; water, boat, rain all connecting like those gathered at a celebration, a dance club, on the concrete and scattered up a sidewalk all connected for those to see and experience
Silence.