the inaudible
sitting here very quietly
listening to the world. the rhythmic thump
thump of a drain drop repeated from the gutter spout.
far off a car laboring to reach distance.
the beat of a bass
music a few doors down.
the universe has a pattern.
it is ignored or missed. lost in sleep.
I sit very quietly listening
to the smallness of the world
and puzzle at the unheard.
a man and woman
argue somewhere about money. a woman cries
over loss. a child thwacks a rubber ball against a wall.
on the other side
of the world whole civilizations quake
under the dizzy mandates of an insane leader
destroying silence with anger.
