It's called the quietest place on earth,
hold your breath
to an imagined hum of silent nothingness.
The whole of absence --no media
no traffic or talk.
Feel an over the shoulder
sense of expectation
that hangs on morning air
as if something is about to happen
In this voiceless land wait,
for the occasional twitch of a rabbit's ears
twitter of a wren,
the muffled whistle of raven wings passing by,
the silent flutter of bat wings returning to roost.
Wait, then listen
Settle into this sanctuary of silence.
And that voiceless hum --
soundless flow of time passing
the gentle presence of eternity.