White Noise

Waking in the
Night
With black
Whispers
In my mind
Turning small
Inconveniences
Into great
Tragedies
Trifling annoyances
Into travesties
And
Temporary setbacks
Into Armageddon

Lord
Give me
White noise:
Whipping winds
Pounding rains
Rhythmic thumping
From the
Washing machine,
To replace the whispers
And
Restore
Clarity and
Proportion
To my
Night
And
Life


Ken Goree