Summer Soundings

Summer hums, and squawks and caws —

Birds fledge, bees make their rounds,

Motors of cars and planes and mowers

lend a constant drone,

Cats walk in relative silence

though a jay screams at them, repeatedly,

A neighbor paradiddles on the drums

We work, we sleep, we learn

in our own rhythms,

at least today,

building patterns for when

we can own all this time,

move through all these sounds

at our own pace,

in our own hum.

©Wendy Mulhern

July 5, 2014

photo by Edward Mulhern