A Noisy Conclusion

There is no such thing as silence And no place left to be alone. Our communication highway has become An inescapable irritating noise An incessant ringing in one’s ears No longer just the ticking of a clock Keeping you awake. Transmitters hum atop dead trees Whirling buzzes from electric fans The grinding of a dirty engine block And neighbours building their deck Sawing and hammering away at Life’s necessities that aren’t really Necessary at all. Sounds that you cannot hear Are still there all around you Riding on the waves and surfing The air in a non-stop chatter Giving you news, music and weather. Even where there should be no noise Lurking in the dark are low electronic signals And the sound of your clock radio Receiving enough energy to Remind you its five am And you’re still awake. Technology continues in a plethora of beepers, cell phones and laptops Giving us no escape at all Where even in the woods You can turn it all off and Find yourself bumping into Someone who is also hiding From the world in a place You thought there was no one. Even the last great escape won’t be - The space program will discover Water on Mars and send half Of us there to get away from the noise Only To discover the incessant hum from planet Earth keeps them up all night. Which brings me to one final thought - Are we alone in the universe? If only.