quiet enough

after so many years
of wanting to be loud
i'm drowning myself out
i'm missing the whispers
the gods
who want me to hear
to listen
to know

i have to learn to be quiet enough
to be still enough
to be right
here
for long enough
to know the words of the gods
as they drip from the sky
and into my mind

patience
and willing
to get out my way
let myself be the cup
the cauldron
the empty page
the valley
the worn away rock

to hold and be held
in the way that only 
the quiet knows
​what to say