I thought I knew silence,but that was beforeI climbed the rocky escarpment,past the pines and wild oakswhere the Ibex forageand other creatureswander and rest. Until I reached the highest ledgeI could find on that warm, still dayand turned full circle,amidst the scent of rosemary,to see hills and mountainsextending and merging with a far distant haze. … Continue reading I thought I knew silence