Bealey Valley, Arthur’s Pass, New Zealand

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Soak up the still silence.

Except that it is neither still
Nor silent.

Wind tumbles
The leaves of the trees.

Overhead in the branches, sounds
The pebble-in-a-still-pool languor
Of the bellbird,
The electric zit-zit
Of the rifleman.

Nearby, a small stream
Hisses over the rocks.
And from farther away
Comes the deep rumble
Of the river
Shaking the stone
As it crashes
Headlong
Down the mountain.