The Night's Sound Poem by Rachael Flint

The Night is being loud again.
In the depths of the dark
There is a hum
From something still plugged in.

If I focus my mind,
Time's path can be heard
Ticking along. Step. Step.

From a room down the hall;
Rustles and creaks
Mixed with subtle mumours
Tied along with dreams.

Music streams from a flash of a car,
Out there with bright lights,
Angry engines that rumble past.

Loudest, though, in my mind.
Thoughts upon thoughts.
Screaming and fighting.
Clambering and pushing.
More and more.
And only once the silence enters
Does the noise in my head begin.
The dark is being loud again.