Silence Like Glass

I feel like, in the woods, I can only whisper.

It isn't because of the silence.

It isn't because of the gentle hum of all the crickets.

It isn't for fear that I'll frighten the animals.

It is the darkness. I feel I will break it, that I will open up some light and interrupt it.

That it will shatter like glass.

In the woods, I speak only in whispers.

Text by Lucie MacAulay