Sitting inside in silence
lumber, drywall, glass, two coats of off-white paint are the barriers between me and the scene I see.
A green jungle out in front of me, I have front row seating.
Like a symphony without sound.
Each tree, with each limb, with each branch, has dozens of leaves taking their turn, having their fun in the wind.
The movement, mimicking waves in the ocean.
The wind is so powerful.
How can I not hear it?
The trees, limbs, branches, leaves, they are dancing to a melody,
a song I can only see.
It looks like beauty, but also looks like chaos,
is it the same to see people on a rollercoaster with the sound off?
Trunks slightly swaying, limbs being tested, branches nearly breaking, leaves are flying out of sight.
And to imagine, I would've missed it all, if I had my blinds down, or my eyes shut.