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| No human sound |
Quiet surprises me
each time I go over the hill
and into the trees,
searching for clarity,
Welcomed by quiet,
in January's weak light,
long shadows, racing sky,
no human sound.
I believe in quiet,
I seek it out, surprised
each time by its power
to calm, if not to heal.
On the cabin porch,
with my breath before me,
I, too, go quiet.
It feels like an answer.
