The Same Note

A lone bird chirps

the same note,
a steady rhythm,
without reply or
progression.
Faster, staccato, louder!
A tempo.
The same note,
a broken record.
It beats against
my thoughts,
a grating disharmony
like chewing caramelized
pinecones.
When the urge to throttle,
to render silent that bird,
silent as stone
untouched by wind,
reaches the threshold of action,
I breathe, Welcome back.
Thank you, its good to be back.
The same bird chirps
the same note.
But it is not alone.
I hear in our hearts
the same systolic
murmur.
Matthew Lee
August 17, 2016