I am afloat within a sea of sound;
Distinctive whine of engine and the roar
Of ventilation, and from down the ground
The rumble, rubber tires on asphalt, more
Atop it, stop announcements in a timbre
Specific to the driver, and the voices
Of others as around-between, they clamber-
Cacophony: in it my heart rejoices.
And yet the ears around me have been plugged,
With earbuds bringing content on command,
Ignoring their surroundings, as if drugged,
All focused on the objects in their hands.
I don’t resent their chosen isolation,
Their music stultifies imagination.