This is silence (a poem)

Today’s entry. Now it’s time for the Twin Peaks finale…

A motor roaring
across the way

Cars speeding by
on the street

The refrigerator humming
in the kitchen

The cat scratching
the arm of a chair

The sounds of breathing
swallowing
even blinking

The beating of my heart
in my chest

The scratches of my fingernails
on this page

The roar of doubt

The shouting that attempts
to drown it out

Tree branches
swaying in the breeze
as the afternoon
gives way to evening

(3 September 2017)