a meditation on noise

 

5 de octubre
I think back to my secluded dorm room, to the farm,
the New England lake house or the hills above LA,
where a waxing light, or 

birds softly chirping
were all that signaled a new day.
The silence of those mornings now feels striking,
             a gift, a rare gem of sorts,
so different from the cacophony that welcomes me
as I rise and shine, greeting the day anew.