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