A Poem

I can hear your towered knelling    
Through the silence you think I am      
Reverberations smudged by distance      
Meanings buried in sham      
      
Just a pebble cast into a pool      
The splash then rippling on      
Weight lost beneath the surface      
Til once more it spreads out calm      
     
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I've watched fish darting in the stream      
A flashing silver sheen      
I've watched hawks circling way on high      
Too far to hear their cry      
     
In the silence I'm free      
I can hear myself breath      
     
A leaf makes no sound when it lets go      
To fall swirling, drifting, lazy, slow      
To gently embrace the ground below      
And gather russet before the snows      
     
I am at peace      
My silence speaks