Noise
The space between sound and stillness.
When the noise that surrounds begins to fade
and old truths bubble again to the fore
The question of what to make of them
permeates our awareness with gentle gestures.
Unseen spirits touch the skin, shut the eyes,
and soothe our hyperactive, modern minds.
In rare moments, the sphere of what we once believed
to be untouchable
becomes tangible, sacred, and alive.
--
The ticking of a clock operates
in this way too, a reliable companion to the
welcome stillness, its rhythm interrupted only
by sudden clashes.
After an insult, a meaty slap to the face.
Tick, tick...
In the morning, a weary splash from a cold tap.
Tick, tick...
--
As for the prayers that float from the realms
of those who take the time to ask,
do the Gods respond with perched messages?
Or, like discarded pieces of refuse that blow across
dusty lots in Sevilla, carried by Andalusian winds,
do they disperse into the expanse of the world,
simply becoming noise once more?
~
HPM
3/13/21
About the Creator
Pohai Müller
I believe we’re only as old as we feel, and that each person has a story to tell.
Swiss-American, currently based in Northern Michigan.
Portfolio... pohaimuller.com
Blog......... pohaimuller.wordpress.com
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