murikami's wood
You could let
A lot of things
Bother you
If you wanted to
The daylight
Breaking your sleep
The darkness
Of cold mornings
The noise
Of life
Dragging you
Along
Passing you by
Taking you in
And
Under
The people
Asking too much
Or too little
The gaps
Where things ought
To be
But aren't
The traffic and
The travel
When
Everything
Should
Stand still
The freeze and lack
Of motion
When
Everything
Should motor on
The music
Of the birds
Or the radio
Or conversation
Stealing your quiet
The solitude
Evading your thoughts
So it seems
You cannot think
The whistles and bells
Of your life
Rattling on
As the leaves
Drop and crunch
Much to the delight
Of everyone
Who hasn't noticed
The mirror
In the corner
Reflecting everything
Without
Comment or judgement
The puddles
And the sea
The waves
And the storms
Are
What they are
These
Are the whispers
Of the wind
The words
Of our ancestors
You can
Stand
And fly
Your kites
Of annoyance
Or not
For
Often
No one
Takes
A blind bit
Of notice
Anyway
And isn't that
The most
Annoyingly
Beautiful thing
In
The world
