Weekly Poem No. Two: Headphones
I’ve put on my headphones
for the walk
it is a short walk
but I want to listen to something
on the way:
I’ve made some music.
The headphones are the kind that
block out all external sounds.
Until the music comes
on it is like I have my fingers stuck in my ears:
my head is full of my breathing
and my footsteps.
I like hitting things:
instruments, tins, objects of any kind to find their hidden sound.
Find out what is hidden in there:
Ching, Boom, Klang, Pink, Clank, Dong.
These are the sounds I love.
They are waiting to be found.
The walk is over
and I’m still listening to the noise I have made
as I fumble,
for I don’t know what,
in my pocket.
Suddenly I am surrounded by people,
their mouths and arms moving frantically.
It is ok
they are friends
and I’ll happily remove my headphones
and let their sounds in.