(this is the version of this poem read at the Word to Word poetry event on November 5, 2026)
listen
There is poetry in silence
there is poetry in the sounds that break that silence
listen
turn off the TV and the radio
take out your earbuds
shut down your phone
there are sounds that you will hear today that you may never hear again
there are sounds you have heard that you will never hear again
your grandmother's voice
your mother's keys jingling on her keychain as she came home from work
you could tell what your father's mood would be by how he slammed his car door
listen
up on the mountain a trucker is using his jake brake to slow his descent
its noisy blatter echoing through the valley
high overhead a plane is carrying people from somewhere far away to somewhere far away
or to the local airport
school buses filled with children bang down the road
cops pull over students on their way to the community college
a marching band celebrates a touchdown or plays a halftime show
listen
there's a chorus of birds in the morning, fewer now than when you were a kid
and a chorus of frogs and insects at night, fewer now than when you were a kid
skunks squeak with delight as they raid the bowls of cat food left out for the neighborhood strays
the strays call to each other in the dark with agonized lamentations
listen
you can hear your own breathing
and the rush of blood in your ears
and the constant hiss of tinnitus from playing music too loud when you were young
across town a church bell rings to announce the hour, or the half-hour, or call the faithful to Mass
cars roll past your window
rain batters against it and sizzles in the street
one day my voice will be silent
yours will, too
the sounds we hear today may be drowned out by noise
or we may find ourselves unable to hear anything
but for now
listen
just listen
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This poem was inspired in part by a post I wrote on the sounds of Nanticoke, itself a response to plans to build numerous data centers in the areas just outside of Nanticoke, data centers that, when operating, will fill the air with noise across to sound spectrum, drowning out many of the sounds currently audible to residents. Once they are up and running, it may be too late to do anything about the noise.
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