This must be a Holy night So Still. So silent. Only the internal: Tinnitus between the ears louder than any outside sound Creaking of 3rd and 4th fingers as they practice arpeggios into the ether Thoughts that thunder along with the storms in my stomach Wild horses cantering along a far north beach As strong as the Pacific Ocean This night has no neighbours Disputes or shoes on hardwood floors No babies cry or dog’s bark No hothouse flower boy racer porch-parties in the Grammar Zone gated community next door Even the nearby motorway sounds lonely It’s an aural meditation A gift to those who listen instead of sleep No late night dash to the 24 hour pharmacy or A & E No panic attack taxi trip across town to find comfort in rejection Swim in its silence.… Read the rest