A noisy world

The world has become 

very noisy

of late

The constant droning

incessant whining

of those who, like me,

think their opinions 

are worth listening to

(and some are, but most

are not)

In the house

as I sit

the radio plays the tuba

the washing machine beats the clothes

the cars, the never-ending cars

just whizz by

day and night,

night and day.

I struggle to not be noisy

for a few minutes,

none of the droning, whining, playing,

beating, whizzing

stops.

But somewhere, usually, 

if I can but stay there,

a moment of silence

fragile thing

might come

and then longing

to remain

I come to know

I must go

and do.

Day by day