Garden of Clamor
Over the din of a mechanical pump,
Fountains of jeweled streams erupt,
Cascading into an artificial bamboo base:
A handful of arterial hollows spaced.
Far away, the gear shifting of a motorized
Transmission whines from pushing a lower
Gear, straining before shifting one higher,
Intermingling: a garden of clamor.
Falling water, far away highway noise,
A roar of an aircraft overhead, rotors
Spinning, beat the air with a sudden
Ferocity that drowns out all else, an
All out assault of sound - yet, beholden,
Through it all, from a perfect perch on
Modern patio furniture, I contemplate
The still small ancient speech of Love within.
Gary Edward Geraci