Rarely do I notice
Breeze slipping in the slit
Of our worn out window
That has gone dry and stiff at the joints
For not getting swung wide
Because it is too noisy outside
We used to be a side street nobody knew
A detour one takes when
They’re running late
And EDSA is reenacting a nation’s
Revolution
This time with cars
As people feel revulsion
To the next idle car
Who wouldn’t fill the gap
Fast enough as another cuts him in
At almost the same time last year
That was gone
And you can hear crickets and birds fill the sound space previously drowned with revs and drones as they do now
I can still hear birdsong
Faint and and distinct
But only because I’m aware of it
I should’ve been
I can’t be made unaware of it now
And that’s always a good place to start...
danDAman 