Silence Is a Stranger Here

Elfrida De Renne Barrow

Noises,
Like friendly street gamins,
Clutter my path.
A few brush by me
With their echoes,
While others,
Nudging and jostling,
Surround me with a mob
Of sound.
From a sheltered pause,
Into outgoing vistas,
A grey-hushed figure
Hastens by.

Silence
Is a stranger here.