265. In the night, in the dark

There is:

Calm seablood beating
in the shell of my ear

A late motorcycle, its low thrum
pressing against the window

The occasional startling glunk
as something mysteriously settles in the waterpipes

And a high thin whine
like a steady pinprick on my eardrum

I pick up these sounds, one by one
then let them fall back
like smooth stones in deep waters