With little heed to the sanctity of silence,
morning is maddened
Everything howls and screeches
Barks on queue
Little fish flip themselves
through the surface,
seeking water striders, unaware
bees wings buzz tiny vortexes
Cows moan across the lake
in the hidden woods,
fat on the grain,
from which they’ll be slaughtered.
Beyond the sun turned lilies,
crows pause to decipher the mocking bird,
but the message is unclear
so it’s back to their murder and mayhem.
I’ve vertigo out on the pitted dock,
staring down at rose cloud reflections
fallen from the sky, brush stroked
against the tidal currents
A light winds ripple cross-wise
In all this cacophony,
And nature tells me,
I am the noisy one.
