Chaotic Calmness
The chaos is silented.
The pool glistens in the 90 degree sun
as the nature grows louder.
I am listening to the birds sing
and then mock anothers song
as if they are harmonizing.
The owls
the cicadas
the airplane
all make up the silence
working to calm my membrane.
My skin bakes in the heat
as I lay to observe the clouds
and the multitude of shapes they create.
The trees dance in the subtle breeze,
So much is happening.
Yet the chaos is muted
and I can breathe.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world