Stillness Awakened

I am beset by noise in my stillness today.

The whining, tortured cry of the children’s swing in the playground outside.

The water purifier’s song – an incessant twanging.

 

From a discussion of poetry online,

I turn to the quiet succor of images.

 

And in the upturned earth of my ploughed being,

Through the dynamic of a noise-making, noise-shredded still—

Come these words.

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