Without a Sound

A water glass filled to the brim.

A riverbed emptied of water but filled with bald stones.

A full rainbow arch uprighted over the sage and juniper hills.

The tracks of a mountain lion crossing and then following the tracks of a deer in the snow.

A single hand settling on your shoulder.

A sapphire sky darkening with low clouds.

The scent of fine perfume from Iraq.

The vibrations of a heart deep under the skin.

You know without a sound what these mean.

--Mitchell Hegman