sometimes when its warm enough
to leave a window open
you can hear a train
even though the line’s a couple of miles away
panning from east to west or vice versa
otherwise it’s just the odd passing car, the birds, the
wind blowing through the canopy
of the woods and the trickle of water
over the stones trying to undo
our efforts to rearrange things
(and always succeeding
sooner or later)
all of which passes for silence
Dominic Rivron
Picture Nick Victor