Michael Thiele is a woodsmith who makes musical instruments and playable furniture. He spends most of his life either in the shop or out on the road buying wood and selling his work at craft shows. In recent years, his travels have begun to inspire his own writing, so he sends me his thoughts.
Sunday morning
March 3
Naples, Florida
Morning Quiet
There is a morning quiet
With which I am possessed
I lie in the pre- dawn, listening
To its featureless beauty
I stare
It stares back
I blink
It does not
Indifferent, the silence owns me
Is this love unrequited?
The quiet is timeless
Endlessly patient
Like the guard
At Buckingham Palace
Sub Rosa its metier
It knows far more of me
Than I of it
It is of a beauty
I cannot touch
So I watch in the dark
And listen for its voice
I dare not move
Lest I disturb it
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