So much
sound
noise
chattering
radios
streaming
sirens

I drink
the golden elixir
of bare trees
north winds
grey rocks
warm rain
night skies
early mists

Silence
Is my garden
And the mums that bloom
In the empty spaces
In the secret crevices
Are soul whispers
Ineffable longings
Hidden from
The occupied mind
Bidden by the heart
Unencumbered and unchained
To the effluvial din