I am taking the silence as a yes (idea) by etouffee

You were leaning against the door frame,
saying nothing.
Which was your answer to my question about
permanence.

My father was standing on the back porch in the rain
Smoking his cheap cigars
And not speaking at all,
which was his response to my questions about lab results

I knew what that meant, also.

Years of talking to people who don't talk
Can teach you quite a bit
If you can listen to the quiet, in the right way

I was chatting with the ceiling this morning,
Listening to snowplows-outside
with the whirl of the furnace-inside

I asked it if perhaps I need to move to a warmer place, but
it just stared back at me.

I am going to take that as a yes.

I am not prepared for the rest of this conversation	Everything You Ever Wanted to Know about Silence	I Am Slowly Going Crazy	I am going to rewrite you so that I can still like people.
in a lawn chair at the bottom of an emptied swimming pool	Beautiful, in that way that space and any measure of emptiness is beautiful	Michigan	Or do we like time's children come also at last to the silent shadowlands?
Don't Vote!	bad poetry	A Big Girl Now	I waited under your streetlight like a hoodlum; like a moth
Hunting 'twixt the bookshelves	dipsomaniac's haiku	a woman with sea-green eyes	Listening to the silence of the day
When I said yes	once you see a can of white paint and a black cat...	When desperate static beats the silence up	This silence, it hurts me, just so you know
I am the Shaman	Southern Fire	down under stars coming up, we are home again	implied consent