Chaotic Calmness

The chaos is silented.

The pool glistens in the 90 degree sun

as the nature grows louder.

I am listening to the birds sing

and then mock anothers song

as if they are harmonizing.

The owls

                 the cicadas 

                                       the airplane

all make up the silence

working to calm my membrane.

My skin bakes in the heat

as I lay to observe the clouds

and the multitude of shapes they create.

The trees dance in the subtle breeze,

So much is happening.

Yet the chaos is muted

                      and I can breathe.