There is a Hush

There is a hush
from the beginning
of time, where you
can hear yourself
blink. It’s called
The rumbling timbers.

Those extinct tracks. 

There is a hush, 
it is the sound of the desert parsley
withering and the
whimpers of hawks
and eagles careening
towards the earthrise.

There is a hush, sunk into the chasms,
bringing a curse that
can never be lifted.

George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, the Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in the USA Today, Wall Street Journal, the Atlantic, the Havana Times, the South China Morning Post, the Buffalo News, and more. 

See all his poems on Tea House here.

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