Silence

Quietness echoes in soft morning light,
Showing the coming day with stoic poise.
Appearing cautiously not to excite,
This time is not about clamor and noise.

Silence is water and hope and routine,
The practiced calm of one's personal space.
Stillness is self-sought solitude. Serene.
A landscape and comfortable sense of place.

At an unpretentious level, one asks,
Might I ought to be getting on with it?
Successful men's days are raucous with tasks.
Captured noise is defiantly earsplit.

True silence is found in the ability,
Of claiming elusive tranquility.