Distractable

Noise, noisy, noiseStatic against the back of my brainTwisting logic into sermons on the mountAngry push to win me overAll the stops pulledTailgating in the fast laneOverpowered by a sincere act of listeningWake me up when November endsAnd the ice caps meltthis gap in the dessert of self -indulgent mental maneuveringLost in a who cares and a what forBeyond the setting sun shining light around the golden birchChanging the scene yet againFacing the relief of the familiarSoftness clouding above theScreech, screechy, screechPatience within the back of my heart