Background noise as a lullaby.
I totally get it.

Interesting. I recall growing up out in the country away from the city lights. The pitter patter of rain on a tin roof. The croaking of a bullfrog and symphonic chirping of crickets. The hoot of an owl. Now your poem has got me reminiscing.

Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend. Home sweet home.. Appreciate you, Cuz.

Damian

It’s funny how I’m disturbed by silence in my city but calmed by it when camping. I think we become in tune with our environment and are unsettled when it steps out of rhythm.

That’s a lot of noise but then again you are in the city. If you didn’t like all of that, you wouldn’t be living there. Cool write Fia.

I enjoyed the thoughts evoked by your words 🌼

And this –

They will never know
the depth of us—
our endless blue ocean
where the sky falls gently
into its own reflection.

Thank you Joe.