Draft 2: Our Silence in the World We Build

[alonso ramoran]

Every station plays static like a gentle storm
that could wake us with an encouragement
to stay inside—me listening to music,
you enveloped in a book, and curled in our own blankets.
The pulse of conversations spanning countries
has gone from what lines of communication remain.
There is always something to be said,
so when there is nothing being said, the air around us
settles in our wordlessness, and sometimes we can hear
a blue jay calling from a dormant power line.

Draft 1: Our Silence in the World We Build

Every station emits static like a gentle storm
that would have woken and encouraged us
to stay inside—me listening to music,
you enveloped in a book, and curled in our own blankets.
The pulse of conversations spanning countries
has gone from what power lines remain.
There's always something to be said,
so when there's nothing being said, the air between us
becomes too sacred to form into words and we can hear
a blue jay calling from a dormant cable.