A heavy stillness, unbroken by sound.
Insects and frogs and birds; noise all around,
Adding to, not disturbing, the quietude.
Silence so strong it pushes against your
Ears and sends messages of lethargy
To your limbs – to sit is the only way.
To lie still and listen, to quieten the voice,
To just be – one with all the world around.
Hear the leaf fall as it brushes the dirt.
See the dust lift when a bird swoops nearby.
Feel the soft breeze that smells of wattle
And the crunch of Gum-leaves, brittle in your hand.
Silence so loud that your ear-drums rattle,
There is no room for loneliness out here.
My first Sonnet. An attempt to describe the feeling of the deafening silence of the bush.