This Quiet

This quiet beyond the still of stillness comes

This evenness that has no edge to it:

No flick of anything to wake the sight,

No shift in tone to make a music heard,

No press of any kind of taste or touch,

No spoor defines another presence near.

I seek the air of otherness to breathe.

                                    Lois Langland

                                    6-25-94 (Camp I Workshop)