How To Claim Silence

by Charlotte Matthews

When you say to me, I believe,
it holds much power.
But the mind wanders
more readily than the body.
That’s why the coon dog,
bone tired, circles
the coil rug over and over,
steadying her mind.
Orchard blossoms
piteously bright,
I have the urge to climb
the ladder, wrap my hands
round the top rung,
let go with my feet.
Let’s say it
this way: in the East,
if you circumambulate
a sacred place,
you acquire merit.
I pace around my mother
as she reads in her wingchair,
making of the rug’s perimeter
a balance beam, following
the flower pattern as it passes,
waiting for something
she is never going to say.


CHARLOTTE MATTHEWS is the author of five poetry collections (two with Unicorn Press) and a memoir. She teaches non-traditional learners at The University of Virginia. This summer she’s trying to teach her black lab no return the tennis balls she throws for him into the tall grass.