The noise in silence.
And my struggle to hear it
6 am
It’s all quite
I wake up
Rubbing my eyes.
Kiss my blooms
And hug my greens
Notice a squirrel jump
Past my window screen.
A mug of warm water
A pen and paper
The kitchen and utensils
Can wait for later.
I notice the buds
And count to five
Secretly wishing
They come alive.
The running dog
With his master’s cart
Makes zig zag art
On the slippery grass.
And far across the lawns
It turns dusk to dawn
And lorries and trucks
Run fast in line
Speeding up a little
And never looking behind.
And I want to listen to silence
But the sparrows cannot be confined
For they tweet louder and sharper
And silence my mind.
And the birches sway
All swift and hay
Like a conductor’s baton
Rising and falling in perfect simulation.
And without any reason
I smile and criticize
The noise of silence
That does not allow to rest
my running mind.
