what happens after...

what happens after…

.

after I get used to

soft sounds

but

the world gets

loud again, louder

.

when the only sounds

I want to hear are

.

sounds of

this felt marker

on

this sketchpad

and the

pitter-patter

of my imagination

running wild

.

but…

.

the sounds of

hungry feet and

capitalist mass transit

keep interrupting

.

what then...

.

the beeps

and

eye-rolls

and

data demands

didn’t hear the call

for soft sounds

.

THEY.

THEM.

WE.

.

hushed for a bit

.

long enough to let

the universe

squeeze in

a single syllable

.

was it…

“YOU.”

“I.”

or

“US.”

.

answer is:

none of the above –

it’s a trick question

.

when the universe speaks

it only needs

one syllable to say

.

LOVE.