There is no quiet
Not absolutely
It’s just that some places are less noisy than others
You can escape the traffic noise of urban life
Unplug your playlists and get off the phone
There’s still nature with birdcalls and wind in the trees
Raindrops drumming
Even ants footfalls are heard at their own level
Rivers tumblerun chortling to the sea
Which ebbs and flows to the crunching rhythm of the surf
Deep beneath the earth in caverns or mine shafts
Sound grows dim
Except for the beating of the heart in your chest
And the sound of your breath, inhaled and exhaled
Becoming a cacophony in the dark
But here on this earth there is no quiet of the purest vacuum
Just moments of stillness
When noise recedes to murmur
And you can hear your thoughts forming like volcanic eruptions
Beneath the surface
David Trudel © 2013
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