Sound also follows
the law of supply and demand:

when there is little, every sound
is loud, clear, detailed, valued, expensive;

when there is much, every sound
is lost, soft, fuzzy, annoying, cheap;

a fan whirring in a storm of electronic buzz
is just another distraction, earsore,

but a fan whirring in a silent room
is a rhythmic lilt of wind.


This is part of a series of poems I hope to write about a plane flight.

I have been stamped out,
but not stamped in.
I have miles and miles and miles to go
before I am anywhere –
flying through a hypothetical nowhere,
on land, but not in land.
Somewhere in limbo through the airports and onto the planes,
over countries, over oceans –
there, but nowhere.