There Was a Bluff
Ron Riekki
where my brother and I
would walk to, sit there,
for hours, mostly silent,
the city underneath, so
quiet too, the clouds, too,
silent, and the wind would
only whisper, the woods
making soft sounds behind
us, everything so quiet,
as if the trees knew they
were going to be books
one day, and this was
a library, this forest,
a place where you
went to learn that
we all need to be
more quiet, that
the silence when
we read is the holy
silence of nature.