Voices

Voices far across the valley sound

through still, warm air,

clear to my vantage point on higher ground.

Voices far across the valley sound.

The hills ranged all around

—they little care.

Voices far across the valley sound

through still, warm air.

Voices, ipods, phones speak out—

add to the road’s cacophony.

Through air and ether people mutter, shout,

voices, ipods, phones speak out.

So many people talking: can we doubt

that somewhere herein lies some deep philosophy?

Voices, ipods, phones speak out—

add to the road’s cacophony.