Inertia

Photography credit: Eunice Stahl

You can’t feel it with your fingers
With your ears, it can’t be heard
The loudest silence lingers
In the space between words

Forces of nature exist 
To roll you off the beaten path
Try as you might to resist
And you may feel nature’s wrath

With any luck, you’ll fall down
Upon a bed of clover
But if you make a single sound
The moment will be over