Rubber tires over gravel sound like

sandpaper scarring wood smooth,

avalanches of water clawing at the rocks,

crescendos and decrescendos of dissonance

when tires drag past me

the way I drag my feet

as I walk parallel to this endless chaos

but I can’t even hear my footsteps.

The noises rumble past me and

The volume knob

abruptly twisted shut.

Like the switch of a light

Stillness.

Or maybe the noises got so loud

it turned silent?

My whisper, a harsh thunder,

and lightning

like strands of my hair

whipping against my jacket.

It feels like moving

through a frozen scene

while even the wind

holds its breath.

But a breath is only so long,

and I prepare myself

as the grass starts to ripple again

and the wind exhales.