Country Quiet – Neridah McMullin

was missing.
She felt dizzy.
Her ears hummed.
Relief dawned.
No rush of cars,
No clanking trams,
No roar of the trains.
No buzz of air conditioners.
None of the whirr
and grumble of millions
of machines,
transmissions, lifts, escalators.
No reversing trucks,
trains braking,
heels on gravel or stone.
No base driven music
From hoods two
doors down.
No crackle of skateboards.
No clatter of scooters.
Sunday quietness.
No droning,
No artificial light,
fake oxygen,
glowing screens,
information overload.
Only clean air,
bursting lungs,
popping ears.
country quiet.