If I could block out the traffic noises
The cat clamoring for attention
Even the spoon clinking against his cup
I would relinquish the sweetness of birdsong and the soft humming of bees
The murmur of leaves as they brush together, stirred by the gentle breeze
And the swish of summer grasses as they sway and dance
The chirp of some unseen insect busy with important insect business
If I could switch off the voices in my head
The cacophony of survival, of daily struggle
For just one minute!
If I could shut them all off..
I know I could recapture the beauty of those last words you spoke,
Before you were no more