There are silences
born of stillness;
others that are discovered
when something snaps:
a cloud,
a stick,
a thought.
(A life) .
Some voluntary.
Some enforced.
That boat
on the horizon
makes no sound
though it cuts the sea
in two.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cute and interesting, try my boat. Read mine— A Small Ship - Adeline
Thanks, Adeline. Brian