patience

the silent ticking of the clock

tick, tock, tick tock

the practice of ambivalence 

as I walk

rummm, zummm, zum

the grazing

of waves upon the sand 

  the crumpling of leaves 

scattered under foot

One and all imitating style

of an inward force

that explosive chatter

I summon to halt

and all I've left

is the murmur

of  my venerated silence