I listened for you this morning, sweet Silence,
but the cricket insisted I hear his song,
the HVAC picked my quiet time to fire up,
and the water rushed through the pipes
as others in the house began their day.
I listened for you last night, sweet Silence,
but a plane was landing at the nearby airport,
the TV was on in the other room,
the fridge needed to cool itself,
and laundry had to be done.
I listen for you often, sweet Silence,
but you always seem to elude me
in the habitual sounds of the environment,
those sounds that go unnoticed until
I really need time with you.
I will keep listening for you, dear Silence,
for I value your presence.
I need you when my inner voice is whispering.
I need you when the mania overtakes my brain.
I need you to wipe away the white noise and just be.
Come back to me, sweet Silence
and soothe my noisy mind.
**Ah, yes… the OctPoWriMo prompt today strikes near and dear to my heart. I will find some silence today somewhere…