Acquiescence is
an opening into the world as you
have never known her;
quietude inside you
leads to an encounter that is new
with the rain, for example,
and
or
any
simple element, approaching
you in the silence that she’s brought you to –
sit, still, and listen –
spurn sulking –
a more tender apprehension,
tightly closed for a long time,
will slowly open a view
more lovely than you’ve been accustomed to.
Jacqui Thewless
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-332/
