Static

she listens to her clients
nine to five everyday
five days a week
forty-eight weeks a year
she loves it
because
it is rewarding
spiritually and financially

she hears
her husband’s complaints
her parents demanding attention
her child’s disobedient grumble

to her
they are just static
from the telephone
so she hanged up
and turned away
to pat her beloved kitty

Noise

sometimes
the world is so loud
I long for silence
to be my companion

early mornings
late nights
noises fall off
like withered petals
the world
is beautiful again

I don’t mind
counting breaths
hearing own thoughts
feeling exhaustion
sensing pain

stripped of
layers of interference
soaked in quietness
my soul is
revitalised