It was a nice day,
Nothing special
Just a day
Where most pass by
An endless stream,
Blending,
One into another
Without notice
Dissected only by the chaos
Of monthly bills and collectors
Today was a day I recognized
Birds overhead
Fly, flutter and land
On the wires laid upon open skies
While sounds of tires
Form a choir
Throw off their gentle grind
Like thousands of voices
crying
Low and constant,
without break
On the highway
Never ending
Yet to city boys
like me
the silence of sounds
white noise
artificial
man made
Gives us comfort
surrounds us
Lets us know we are not alone
Though
In actuality
I could probably count my friends
On my fingers and hands
Still
Today was a day I recognize
