Sounds of the Day

Shaken to the marrow by phone alarm’s raucous call want to throw the demon fatally against the wall The humming of the fan gives some solace yes, I did wake up in my familiar right place Faucet, shower, hairdryer, the mundane sounds of washing up herald life one day at a time, languidly creeping up Stepping out into the porch to check my roses, old and new sweet symphony of myriad morning birds, my spirit does renew And there, the subtle but unmistakable knock on my heart Shush, not now! I chide it with a timbre, icy cold and tart. Whooshing sounds of cars speeding by as I head to work silenced by radio, reporting crimes of a world gone berserk Noise of frantic keyboard tapping usurp most of my day fringed by meetings where not everyone is sure of what they say Sound of my footsteps in the parking lot, while heading back triggers the nagging knock, now sharper in its attack. Dishes, oven, fridge, I quickly swerve though the din almost ready to concede to the lucid calling within As night falls, the worldly voices slowly fade and vanish I start writing poems. Tapping of my fingers, I always do cherish. Written on 06/18/2016