It’s the quiet like no other, quiet
so still it’s prayer without words, soft air
free of bitching engines, air so shy
it almost makes you want to reach out there
into night, reach through that clustered cloud crowd,
feel for the hidden moon. Air reading your
thoughts, your memories, night air like a shroud
keeping reason safe, keeping water pure
from our world’s endless assaults. When I last
saw you that lost night those long years ago,
that night I didn’t know was lost, that last
lost night so quiet I couldn’t sense you’d go
forever, I lay still in dark, feeling
you still there, believing pain was healing…
Roger Armbrust
August 4, 2020
