I Sit Listening For Sounds Around Me Poem by soren Barrett

I sit listening for sounds around me, the hum of a motor, the chirp of a bird.
A breeze blows rustling leaves. In the back room the drip of a faucet is a metronome in two four time. A distant bark of a dog answered by another. The sound of an ax splitting wood. A rattling lid on a boiling pan. The sizzle of a drop on a hot stove top. A fly drones then bangs against the window pane banging in a frantic rhythm. Dust falling like snowflakes muffled. Somewhere a radio plays. There are voices too, thoughts converted into words. Words spin and twist growing louder weaving a fabric. I hear the crackling of flames. Poems burn in my mind.