Noise

I’m drowsy 

In these noisy sounds. 

I cannot 

Snooze. 

I’m down to 

Laying loose. 

Without a doubt, 

I’m hopeless about 

Passing out. 

All I think is to complain 

About these noisy sounds 

That drain 

My restless mind 

After a day 

Of messing up 

In lots of ways. 

I call out to my mom 

And say, 

“I’ll never snooze again 

This way. 

How can I sleep 

With all these heaps 

Of oozing drowning 

Out relief? 

I’m only 

Losing 

So much sleep.” 

She leans into my door and says, 

“There’s one thing you can do to rest. 

Open your ears to understand 

Cicadas are not from your land. 

The noise they make is not for us. 

They play their very own chorus. 

So close your eyes and fall asleep 

And find the melody they seek. 

To still your mind 

Unwind 

And let their kind 

Play out their own sweet beat.”