Listen

(Found here)

Silence still lives in the spaces they have not paved;

out of reach of the traffic of an age

that does not sleep, that has forgotten God.

It is somewhere down back roads

where swallows ripple-curve the held air

among blossomings of trees,

where the wind does not need to be.

These are the places to which

one puts one’s ear like a child,

for listening is to be a child again ―

small enough to understand

what silence means.

~Kenneth Steven