Silence Poem by Bethany Waters

What is it of which you think
when only the voices in your head do speak?
Is it of paperclips flying in air
or of how much time bees have to spare?
Of windows stacked dangerously high
or the very best way to say a goodbye?

Or do you sit in stubborn silence?
Refusing to think at all
Or ramble to fill up the time
and effectively stop the intellectual climb

Or is it simply a fear?
A fear of what you’ll find
When the voices do speak into your mind
Paper clips safe on the desk
Bees busy until they die
Windows crashing down
And that there’s no such thing as a good goodbye.