I wish I can, for one moment
lie still, lose myself among a pile of leaves
grubbing a hole on the ground
stay hidden from everyone's eyes.
I can listen, with no haste
to the gentle rain dripping quietly on grass
the tide waters breaking on wave-washed stones
the chirring of birds settling on their nests.
So long as this pile of leaves is undisturbed
I can cease sorting through a maze of emotions
relive the past with no regrets, meld myself
into perfect, painless oblivion
And I can convince myself
there is no sword hanging over me
ready to chop me to pieces
there is a time to indulge in silence.