There are noises here abounding
Though they exist barely noticed,
A closing of a drawer, a toilet
Humming from electric fans
Sends taut air spinning through
Summer, your tartan skirt
And tattooed hand snapping
My wishbones, like keys
To my uncontrolled blushes.
Tap water running,
A murmuration of sunbathers,
Suncream bottle lids opening,
Clasps on shoulders undone.
Garden parties swallowed.
Undeciphered patterns and vacations,
Wheatfields over the fence
With seventeen crop circles.
All these vibrations from life evolving,
All these times I’ve been revolving.
Yet there is no sound disguising
These memories are no longer
Moments, but instead a silence.