It is noisy over here.
consuming my patience;
Demanding attention like the car seatbelt
beep-beep-beeping at me.
I want to clean up the noise --
scrub it hard until the dirt gives way.
Adding noise upon noise yields little.
But finding the space between
and around the noise --
it could be called harmony.
Make the noise yours by dressing it --
like a salad. Dress the noise in context.
Give it relationship,
and watch it disturb someone else.
- this one mailed to Indiana -
Artwork by Gerhard Richter