Noise

We live
drowning
in the noise of our own making.
My words piling on and over yours.
Then yours over mine.
And so on
and so on
and so on
until
the noise we make is all we hear.

But what matters
most
kindness
compassion
understanding
concern
lives somewhere else.
On the edges of the noise.
Whispering its truth.
Waiting for the next person
maybe you
to hear.