ELEGY Poem: SILENCE OF JOY, by Myles Farley

The constant rainfall willingly confines us to each other
I’ve never liked monsoon season before

The world I once knew is muffled
smells, sights, sounds
I can hear them, without the same sharpness
I can see them, without the same clarity

Father time will return when the weather dries
with sharp fear, excitement
the loud shimmer,
the bubble pop

My bag is empty to eyes not my own
but I can feel its weight
full of these moments
where I’m wrapped up
in him
in us
in the neat little bubble we’ve made

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