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Hunter Matson
The breeze gently plays with my hair
Salty water pools around rocks
Silence
A bird searches quietly for a meal
The clouds hide
And the sun stares down at me
Silence
On a distant shore machines boom
Yet silence sweeps over this island
I sit and observe on a splintery bench
Sea grapes fall like rain from a tree
Silence
I tuck hair behind my ear
It is tugged back by the wind
Waves crash harder on the rocks
A bird gets restless
Yet the silence remains
The sky blackens
A cool breeze sends a chill down my spine
Yet I feel silence
This island rests in the middle of it all
Quietly
Accepting the few visitors that come to sit
To enjoy
To feel the silence they often ignore
The silence that surrounds them
River Rocks
Felipe Urrutia (Digital Photograph)