Small stone #2

Sitting, trying to beckon an empty mind to appear
and drown out the humming in between my ears.
Sweeping the breath in and out
to make room for silence
as first one plane approaches, churns overhead and disappears,
and later, another,
while cars rumble below,
each engine telling a different story
over the plunk of the speedbump
to the birds chirping in the trees
and the cat purring at my knees.
Sometimes the quiet is deafening.

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