Silence rests on the edge of my hand
a slight movement and it breaks the facade of
of eternity, of longevity and more.
my body lies supine
within this tall grass
scorched by the sun
whitened by the heat
emptiness seeps slowly making a long trail
as that of the tears on my cheeks
everything around me bears a mask
long charades of the futile movement
my body is convulsing
slithering like a snake in the grass
deception morphs and molds in myriad ways
that surreptitious movement
a praying mantis moves on a blade of grass
breaking the stillness
the long sigh
the cycle starts again
Silence exists hiding between the short gasps of stillness
and long sighs of the voiceless din.
the mantis bows the head to the sun.Genuflects.
the day begins again.