What is that sound at the end of the sentence? That sound after the period has stamped its mark. Dangling, like a wisp of cloud, a feather fallen from a tree when the bird has escaped the cat. It is silent yet so loud my ears explode, my breath is held in anticipation of the very next sound. The nexus sound, damp and irretrievable. Soaking in the sphagnum, or sinking in the molten sand of a distant desert. How could there be no sound, no warble or whisper, no song or lingering high note. There is nothing. Nothing at the end of the sentence but the period, the tiny black dot that bellows out THE END.

February 22, 2022 –

Listen through the silence to the sound of your memories