The silence of my father

This waiting takes too long
it echoes in the voices
through the chamber

how does silence sounds
white as a sheet
covered, weighted

as a cloud on the water
that sinks, decomposing itself
in wood or roots heavier
than the splatter

in the sound of the clang
discharging in the daily course
of matters

it’s the silence
of my father.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
21/09/2014