Quiet Moment Set in a Dusky Morn By Sy Roth
The hearing aids haven’t gone in just yet
I linger sometimes on the quiet that the morning lays out
Like a picnic blanket spread on a dewy grass
And the tasty morsels of the day
Fill it with mouth-watering expectation.
And the CPap has been quieted into soft whirring rivulets of warm air
Signaling the mad rush to the bathroom.
Burbling waters eddy with an ease this time
When gracious easement flows
Allows the traffic of the day
To begin its ascent into quiescence, though fleetingly brief,
A moth’s moment drawn to the light of the zapper.
And the tv sits restless on its marble-topped stand
Ready to explode this moment,
Splinter it into its slippery atomic structure
When I render it null and void
For this precious moment
Sitting there on the edge of my bed
Scratching gluteus to prompt myself at peace,
To taste this brief interlude,
To keep the hounds at bay.
Tenderly shuffling the strands of hair that rim my pate,
Tickling the crusties from my eyes
Blowing out the evening’s encrustation
And breathing heavily, a vigorous ahh,
My wish telegraphed to a Western Union morning —
Just stay away for another few minutes
So that I can enjoy the undisturbed whistling
At the dock of the bay that plays in my head
Until the garbagemen come on their squeakingly shrill brakes
To shatter the stillness.
I count my one, one-thousands, my Oms, until then,
And hope to reach a million.
When it doesn’t, I shiver myself into reality.
©2019 Sy Roth
Sy Roth is a retired school administrator and has finally found the sounds of silence and the time to think whole thoughts. This has led him to find words and the ability to shape them. He has published in Visceral Uterus, Amulet, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Barefoot Review, Haggard and Halloo, Misfits Miscellany, Mad Swirl, Larks Fiction Magazine, Danse Macabre, Bitchin’ Kitch, Bong is Bard, Humber Pie, Poetry Super Highway, Penwood Review, Masque Publications, Foliate Oak, Miller’s Pond Poetry and The Eloquent Atheist.