Some days
are made
purely of sound
voices
car doors
trolley wheels
squeaking
on concrete
and silence
I let my eyes shut
and I can hear
one dull roar
a cacophony
of sound
until I focus
my attention
on the silences
Our silences
hold our lives
together
give structure
to a world
that becomes
more meaningless
every day
Silence
until my boot
splashes
through a puddle
while a small bird
hidden
in an already
leafy shrubbery
serenades me
as all sound
and all silences
become music
magic
hanging off
one
long
trailing
note
4 April 2018
Sussex Coast, England
Day 4 of 30 poems in 30 days for Na/GloPoWriMe
