Still not still
a small airplane whirrs
a piece of wood machinery buzzes
in between them
robins and nuthatches and English sparrows twitch trill and sing
wind rustles cottonwoods
I would gladly give both my eyes
to listen with ears to a world sans
Machinery
how rich and full and still
not still
I imagine it would be
*This poem heartbroken-open over this re-printed interview with ecological audiologist Gordon Hempton in The Sun magazine entitled Quiet, Please
https://thesunmagazine.org/issues/572/quiet-please-issue-572