Silence of a Still Day: James Adamson

Silence of a still day
though the grass and trees
sway in the air.

Belonging to a power
that encircles with
your hug.

Pressing for reasons
that elude the
captive audience
of strangers that
know the future
but condemned me years ago

Circling my life in a
slow outward spiral
like in a maze
started at the centre.

Wearing forgiveness as
my clothes washed
in winds of blue sky.

Silence is the relief
I receive from you
from all the world’s lies
just as all these things
add up to strength.

None of these things are even a small
thread through time and decay
and all are the things I have
with you.