Translating Silence (poetry)

If you can imagine

a stack of newspapers

cut into small squares,  placed into a fire

the ashes might rise in a spiral

up and away from us

small ghosts

If you have ever chased snowflakes

walking across a park 

catching them on your face and shoulders

you know that for every dozen you catch

there are hundreds that race by you

powdering the ground under your feet 

If you know the sound of

almost daybreak 

standing in front of a vacant doorstep

with no answer to your knocking

then you will remember that the sun will come up soon

but the day won't bring you anything at all 

^{reQuest 2018}