Sonnet of the Silent Rift

By Al Konda

When something changes without breaking

Sometimes nothing breaks.

But something still changes.

You don’t hear it.

You don’t see it happen.

But you feel it.

A small distance appears.

And once it’s there, it doesn’t go away.

Everything looks the same.

But it isn’t.

Read the full poem and analysis tomorrow 09th: https://alkonda.com/2026/04/09/sonnet-of-the-silent-rift/

— Al Konda