The Quiet

When I woke up this morning, I heard...

the gentle hum of the fan.

Birds chirping outside the window.

The hushed sound of the wind ruffling leaves.

The roll of a bicycle tire on the road.

The rumble of car engines in the distance...

beyond these sounds,
something lingered
something so finite
and infinite.

It is

the silence,
the quiet.

A quiet,

so profound,

so eternal

that as I inhale,
and my heart beat
booms
like a drum
I am reminded that
even without speaking,
I make sounds too.