fleeting sounds (10 November 2011.1)
fleeting sounds of night and rain
of cars driving to their shelter
of men wondering what is for dinner
of women worrying if the cat ate the fish
of children, crankily loving the ride home
all after a trying day being apart
being lost in the maze of other lives
others needs for answers and rigid order
after thinking they were required to do as they were told
after the desperate thrust to understand what they cannot
as i listen to the sounds of the night
to the choruses authored by the wind
to the hopes and worries of my fellows
it comes to mind that all of this will settle down
and then, just as quickly, boil over into a happy coincidence
of sounds, of joys, of coming together again.
Copyright 2011, Scott Weible
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