The silence in the woods is complete
And the silence of the desert is complete.
But the silence of the desert
Is not the same as the silence of the woods.
She is away, and the rooms are quiet,
So quiet I reach to turn on the news,
White noise to drown the silence
That reminds me I am alone.
But when she is here, maybe in her study
Or in the living room, it is just as quiet,
But that silence is not the same as the silence
When she is away.
Now she is at afternoon tea
With a friend at Conditteri.
I wait to hear the garage door rise,
Thud of the car door,
The garage door go down.