I keep clamoring to comprehend
this constant stream of words
that fills my head like big city traffic.

I hear the hum like rubber to pavement,
every one headed in its own direction,
each following well-worn paths,
on a journey to reach their destination.

All this movement reads like noise to
those who aren’t familiar with its sound,
but for some of us, we wouldn’t know
what to do with the silence.

So steadily, we contemplate translation;
deciphering the message of motion,
as we wonder exactly what all the horns,
and wheels, and doors, are trying to tell us.

-Alisha Jael