Ekphrastic poem

The streets never get quiet enough

 Cars bolt about

Street lights buzz and hum

Hypnotizing the insects below

I watch people scream and shout

 Blowing noise from their windows into

The sky and into innocent ears

  I don’t believe they realize

They never get quiet enough

 Everyone on their phones and laptops

Distracted and lacking appreciation

 Wounded

 by our world

 with all the pain and suffering

the anxiety and loss of self

  We are never quiet enough

 I see one man.

 Lacking shoes or proper dress

 Alone

Just quiet enough

 So I reach down and place

 A small boombox

He doesn’t notice me

So I press play

 

Some Nights

You hear what

 is seemingly impossible

but only when your just

 quiet enough