I stood noisily by the sea

and thought the thoughts that came to me

a Box, falling,

hit my head

Inside was a yard of Quiet, a needle, some thread

So I sewed a robe of Silence

it kept me aloof

it kept me safe

and yet, as I saw violence

the Silence

of greater things.

 

Now, I stand quietly by the sea

waiting for a Box to fall

filled, perhaps,

with a foot of Noise, a Singer, some straps

So I can make some toys

toys of Noise

to keep me busy

to keep me sane

and yet, without a voice

waiting becomes me.