Sunday, August 7, 2022

poem

 Desert Silence


The dead silence of the desert

Draws us here for the serenity


But most cannot bear for long

Such soundless deaf austerity


Sometimes it’s so quiet

I start to hear things


That aren’t really there

Just to fill in the void


Brain unable to weather

The utter absconsion of sound


From this scorching desolation

Unfurling to brown mountains 


In far off hazy distances

It gets to be too much


I have to retreat 

From all the noise


And return to the benign 

Tumult of life as we know it


8/7/22

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