WINDCHIME

Sometimes silence falls
on deaf ears
in a world where language
has become a meme

So today let’s celebrate
the joy of dead space

The odd windchime

making a Tibetan excuse
for itself

Raindrops
harassing gutters
with morbid fall leaves

Secret lives
emerging
from lily-white petals

Stellar jays
texting pompous pine
but forgetting you
the second you’re gone

We’re all of no
importance

and nothing
could be more important
than that