A Blanket of Sound
There is no such thing as silence.
Even when still, our blood pumps,
our heart beats, we breathe, we are alive.
A consistent noise can be tuned out.
It’s the unpredictable ones that distract:
water drips with tortuous, uneven gaps.
In a still hotel room, guests move in the corridor,
the traffic hums, revellers whoop, heels clatter,
keypads are pressed, electronic locks bleep.
The closest we get to silence
is that swallowed cry, a mark of respect
for someone robbed of life.
Or that briefest of moments
after a gasp at a sheer granite rock
or breath-stealing waterfall.
This room has a speaker that plays
white noise, thunder rumbles (distant),
waves on a beach, constant rain on a roof.
But when I curl on the bed, I don’t want
the disconnect of soothing sounds.
I want the city’s distractions to drench me.
Emma Lee’s most recent collection is “Ghosts in the Desert” (Indigo Dreams Publishing, 2015). She blogs at http://emmalee1.wordpress.com and reviews for Sabotage Reviews, London Grip and The Journal.