The Looking Glass Volume 36 | Page 70

Ode to Silence

Taylor Hunt

All-encompassing silence-

Musical, melancholy silence-

Punctuated by chirping birds and

the rumble of passing cars.

The beloved silence that I crave

Like an addict chasing a high;

Silence I search for in the dark but never find.

Never ending sounds bombard me:

The wandering thoughts in my mind;

The soft thumping of my pulse;

The mysterious buzz that plagues my ears.

Silence like a goal I can’t reach.

Sweet, soothing silence:

You are mine to keep.