The spaces of silence

Rain drops

Drum with

Rhythmic certainty.

Disconnected patterns

Of accidental

Design, thrum

In my mind.

I lie

Suspended between

Two states, waiting

While thoughts

Subside into neural

Swamps of

Slumber

It is, in

The in-between,

In between thoughts

In between falling drops

There is

A second of

Stillness

Not the stillness

Of nothingness

Rather, the

Stillness of

Silence.

Eternity’s

Inbreathing

The subtle silence

Played pianissimo

Against rain’s forte

Creating patterns of space

Between the drops

Disrupting the

Certainty of thoughts.