I never dreamed I’d ever desire cacophony —
Crescendo of noise from traffic or noise from bus loads of children laughing and talking
All those little girls and boys;
or the sound from car radios
or the cacophonous sound as joggers or bikers parade round and round —
the fast pacing exerciser waving, laughing as he passes by
The “hellos” from some neighbors or a stranger running by
Now I hear only silence
One symphonic long sigh
What world are we in?
Some type of new war —
I year for cacophony, the noise there before.
It’s nearly turned spring but we’re wrapped in cocoons like butterflies awaiting cacophonous tunes!
~Deborah Dean, 3/18/20