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.
