we sit in silence

And just like that, everything changes. In a moment. In a word. You see the things that matter, the things that don’t. And you wonder how you ever mistook one for the other.

Life’s like that sometimes. It gets us in our secret place. Where we go to hide from the world – and from ourselves.

Death isn’t good. It isn’t bad. It just…IS.

But the coffee machine’s still dripping on the counter. And there’s still sweeping to be done of the floor. Life goes on that way. Just a little calmer. A little quieter.

For a time.

We sit in silence.

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  • Dan Flynn
    Jan 1, 2013 at 20:44


    Hmmm, very contemplative. I note this was written in early December, afore the Christmas madness. Wonder how you’re feeling now? Me, well, it’s now 2013 and before we know it Spring will have sprung. Hurrah. And we’re past the solstice. Yippee. And its a New Year, brand spanking new with some of the wrapping still on. So, here’s to 2013. Raises glass to lips, juts chin in positive manner and tips Christmas hat to jaunty angle. Cheers!

  • JP Fanshawe
    Jan 18, 2013 at 17:00

    “Death isn’t good. It isn’t bad. It just IS…” It is so matter-of-fact, and it takes so long for the ache from a lost person’s presence to recede. I still often think in the present of those I have lost, as if I could still go see them, or call them. We can only hope that they stay with us, somehow. In that way, Death just is, forever. Inscrutable, the mysteries of life.

  • brian miller
    Mar 11, 2013 at 22:12

    nice…really a moving piece….there are those moments that draw us up and redefine what is important…death often is that way…you are right as well in that it just is….