The world drifts past
like time slow unpredictable
voices mingling with traffic
and the inescapable hum
of human existence
Silence has been banished
Even the farthest reaches
of unrelieved ice and cloud
are prey to the distant rumble
trailing jumbo jets
on their way around the globe
How funny we are yearning
always for that
which we have destroyed
We are the authors
of our own discontent
Spoiled children we break
the toys we love most
surprised when we learn
they are irreplaceable as time
which drifts past
like the unpredictable world
© 2020 by Hannah Six
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