Loudest lawn mower,
happiest child's incessant laughter,
siren's shrillest scream,
car engine's exploding thunder
Sounds compete with chattering
complaining shouts in my mind.
Can't sit like this.
There's no white noise in ordinary things
whose volume rises with the sun's descent.
while I wait yearning
for silence, darkness falling gently undisturbed
the way it did
Quail families scurrying around,
cactus plants thorny arms uplifted happily enjoying loneliness
rabbits blinking innocently
frozen, hoping to disappear
into the unseen
me, envious, breathing in
serenity, composure, self-reliance,
immovable strength of wisdom emanating
I go inside, realize the clamor resembles anger,
not at city's sounds - just a different painting,
but at the void within the noise,
where there's no you.
After a while, comforted I see
you stand still within my memory,
teaching about life moving, revolving
while you so rocky solid,
allow it to go.
(Submitted to Dverse Poets.)
Went out to check on my old house (still for sale). Though I'm happy where I am, a little melancholy struck.