Like the Sound of Ocean Waves

This coveted silence

Is so rare I do not know

What I plan to do.

It hums in a sort of rhythm

With which I am unfamiliar.

I sit here,

Scribbling in vain,

Trying to note what I cannot note

On paper,

Trying to grasp what I cannot grasp

As it reverberates in my chest,

Like the djembe drums

From Masten Ave.

Just last night,

A friend quoted:

Attempt something so big that unless God intervenes, it is sure to fail.

I shout it into the air and let it surround me!

Like the sound of ocean waves,

It repeats itself,

And is never quite resolved.