The Winter Silence of the Shore
Not silence as I usually think of it–
But winter silence.
Winter silence of the shore.
The crash of waves that doesn’t sound like a crash at all.
The gentle scratching of sand as my heels dig in.
The panting of a lone dog on a walk with his owner that gets
Louder as they approach me, then fades away as they carry on,
Leaving me alone in the lovely winter silence once again.
The sound of my own breathing, my own heartbeat.
What’s absent enriches as much as
–Jessica Rosevear Fox