Noise

Across the street

the neighbor’s car idles in the cold,

rumbling through the silence of the night

with blaring music, shouts to his roommate.

I used to hate his noise,

stare out my bedroom window in scorn.

I though I could make him quiet down

without even knowing what he looked like.

Many nights passed, summer came and went

as there are no constants in life but inconsistency -

a curse on all our lives, a hard truth we must live with;

there is always the man in the night with his noise.

And maybe his presence will teach me a lesson

on how to sit back and let to world scream

or blind me with its high beams at 11:30 at night.

I should learn to treat differently

the things that treat me indifferently.

~ Chey Brabo