Two months ago I lamented the lack of silence
between cars passing.
Never a full moment, never a breath
where the sound of one approaching
or one leaving did not intrude
upon the silence of the wind in my trees,
or the birds in my yard.
Now there are stretches of moments
where no car, motorbike, or truck
blemishes the peace.
Long moments I cherish,
until the blare of the next ambulance.
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 12:08 PM UTC
Two months ago I lamented the lack of silence
between cars passing.
Never a full moment, never a breath
where the sound of one approaching
or one leaving did not intrude
upon the silence of the wind in my trees,
or the birds in my yard.
Now there are stretches of moments
where no car, motorbike, or truck
blemishes the peace.
Long moments I cherish,
until the blare of the next ambulance.
