without a sound

i never heard

a quiet

that deafens 

so loudly

 

hurting my ears

 

until the day i went

from here to there

standing on the edge

of a cliff

 

listening

 

into the wilderness

of the past

out west

 

my foot

one step to the next

worn center stones

 

ancient peoples 

everywhere

 

if only you looked

with your mind

 

softly

quietly

reverently

 

hearing them roar

without making a sound