non existant silence
if you listen closely to the recording of Lovergreen you will here a fire truck siren about half-way through. Fits well with the song.
One day my child took a nap on the platform of the 8th Ave. subway at 14th street. Trains coming in and out and overhead. Slept the sleep till he was ready to wake up. Maybe I just want some peace and quiet. Maybe I just want 5 minutes to myself to sit on a hill somewhere with no one but bunnies and chipmunks and birds to hear me breathe. But it would take more than 5 minutes to get there.
We went over the river and through the woods. We climbed to the top of that hill. We sang some songs for the creatures and trees.
We came back here where the sirens sing, where the radios blare with the sun, where the neighbors. . .
well that's a whole other chapter.
my mind says silence over and over and over again. for weeks and weeks and days and eventually I sit myself down and I find enough to type a small torrent of words.
Into the non-existant silence.
Where we are all as quiet as bunny rabbits. Scampering back to our holes, wherever we have made them.
We stick our noses out, but I can't find anything through the noise.