Stillness in flight

Back in the city and it seems that I am collecting

collecting books to read, and pocketfuls of twine and mandarin skin

ideas 

held fleetingly that seem to make sense for the tiniest amount of time.

I carelessly flick my fingers through the pages of a book and find this line from a poem, which I collect

I stand and listen.

Silence

approaches. A silence approaching music.

David Malouf