Noise, noisy, noise

Static against the back of my brain

Twisting logic into sermons on the mount

Angry push to win me over

All the stops pulled

Tailgating in the fast lane

Overpowered by a sincere act of listening

Wake me up when November ends

And the ice caps melt

this gap in the dessert of self -indulgent mental maneuvering

Lost in a who cares and a what for

Beyond the setting sun shining light around the golden birch

Changing the scene yet again

Facing the relief of the familiar

Softness clouding above the

Screech, screechy, screech

Patience within the back of my heart