Find Tuning

      "Find Tuning"

Whistles of sand, gravel and wind, 

Swooping through cinder blocks, tapping on tin. 

Stadiums distant-- a hum of the crowd, 

turn up my speaker and balance off those clouds. 

Climb up ladders to reach for this view, 

atop Meadows pondering, brewing a stew. 

Escape routes and chaos lead up to this roof,

it doesn't stop here-it's only a spoof.

Churning and mixing the sounds in my head, 

slowly start whispering what should be said. 

Bugs land and take off to start their flight,
flapping and flapping and flapping in spite. 

Top shelf its placed but only a small piece, 

this cinder blocks tuning itself to a beat.  

   

                                        -Brittany Weltner