The Sound of Water
If I asked you to close your eyes
and sit in a soundproof room,
and settle into your own head
could you imagine doing so?
Suppose you did just that
and I asked you to create,
in this meditative state,
a single soothing color or
a relaxing scent?
Would you then try something
If there was a place you could be
in which sound was the only
what stimulation might you
try to generate in your head?
The rustling of pine needles
as you walk through a forest?
The flapping of owl wings?
Waves lapping on a sandy beach?
Or human sounds?
Someone turning over in their slumber,
blankets and sheets moving slightly?
A piano being played far far away?
Last night I was not dreaming.
I awoke at midnight to what I first
imagined was a party taking place
in my building.
I was not dreaming.
It was not a party in any normal sense.
It was a choir group singing on the street,
many young voices singing songs
I am sure they meant as uplifting.
They kept me awake for two hours.
I wanted the sound of water
breaking upon a beach in Michigan.
Paris 2017 #63