THE WORLD IS QUIET HERE

During the beginnings of winter,

In the early morning

I go outside.

I am the only one awake

And there is precious silence.

I walk out my front door

And down the sidewalk

I cut through the small forest

To reach my destination.

I go past the bare trees

And see all the dead leaves on the ground.

They have fallen to rest there,

Hardened and crinkled.

With every step taken,

I hear a crunch

And I know that another blackened leaf lies broken

Like so many lives.

Without looking down at them,

I continue my steps

Towards the top of a hill

At the edges of my town.

I sit at the top and hug my knees.

I know that-

Somewhere, someone is experiencing great joy

While someone commits a murder.

Somewhere, a child laughs blissfully

While a baby cries.

Somewhere, someone of great importance

Speaks of empty lies to eager ears

While young man intends to fix a wrong

Which falls upon the ignores of others.

But right now,

That is all forgotten.

I relax and close my eyes,

Breathing in the fresh, chilled air.

When I look around again,

I take in the view.

The sky is gray

As is the land around me.

It is hard to see where the horizon is.

My mind is blank

For all the bad in the world is gone.

I am the only one left on earth

And a smile graces my face.

Resting in my private world,

Nothing can effect me.

I strain my ears

To listen to the wind rustle through the still earth.

I am alone.

The world is quiet here.