Outside the Quiet Place


God
I need your help
I need the quiet
And am I
Too poor
For this

The wealthy can buy
Quiet
I suppose
And I could consider
Monkish ambitions
As my sister
Likes to say
In
A monkery

I don’t want silence
Really
As if
To live inside
The Cone of Silence
That they mismanaged
On Get Smart
Because
In fact
I like normal noise

And isn’t that
Relative

But children playing
Cars
And trucks
That pass by
And if their noise is bad
Well
They pass by

Dogs barking
Even cats thumping
As they run
Above
For rivalry
Or for recreation
Only

I’m thinking
My notion
Of good noise
Is minimal
And self-determined
For the world
And so
Sigh
Unworkable

Go back to being wealthy
And I could buy a camp
Inside
The wilderness
Where even bears
Are satisfied
To say away
Near their own moving
Water
For the fish

And foxes cry
But I know their noise
By now
And what is it
Owls
Scream
And crickets cry
By Shakespeare because
Folklore
Has it
That way
As it knew
(whoever it might be)
While drafting


C L Couch


Macbeth 2.2.15-16

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