Garden of Clamor

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