How your house feels
after the grand children have gone home.
How you wonder what they are doing
when your grand children are in a room
for ten minutes and are quiet.
How you feel when, in a crowded restaurant
you remove your hearing aids.
How, when walking in the rain
the sound made on your umbrella
removes all other sounds.
How the angels sing quietly
when at dawn
you open your door to the east
and see a crescent moon rising.
You may have your own named silences —
at least that’s what I assume and hope for.