(Inability to describe the indescribable).
Whenever birds fall silent in a troubled twilight
or that fleeting moment before the millisecond of a sneeze,
in the waking blink before we lose a dream
and the confusion as we cry whilst smiling,
then the thought of food be food enough for thought
our deafening lives are numbed by newly fallen snow
it is special.
© Graham Sherwood 2/2012
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