The Hush
By Ernest McGeorge
It is all-inclusive
the hush that falls over the world
when I will myself to overcome
the eternal distractions of life
to lightly stroke your hair
or trace the line of your cheek
with the fingertips
of a rough, unworthy hand
you turn to me, gracefully, slowly
as spring flowers gently open
to warm sunlight after a chilling rain
All is silent, the earth is still
your beauty is more radiant
in my eyes than any
for it is not for the world to see,
nor could they
I cradle your face in my hands
to keep your eyes on mine
not wanting to lose the moments
that all too often elude us.
I move my hands over the smoothness
of your shoulders
to bring you into my arms
surrounding my entire world
enjoying a quiet, peaceful, love.
The hush will end soon
someone or something
will throw a rock into the still-blue mirror of sky
A barking dog or a crying child
We will look away
the hush is broken
we will drive on
working, passing mundane hours
arguing, loving, peacekeeping,
holding one-minute corner of ourselves
for the next sliver of time
that we can capture a Hush.
Married, 77 years old. Retired maintenance technician, veteran U.S. Army. Published five books, all now off the market for rewrites, one police detective, one book of poetry and short stories, and three westerns. been involved in many local organizations. Support runner in the 2002 Winter Olympics. Got to carry the torch. Love hunting and fishing, former race car driver and owner.
