Whispers

The train was rattling

along with the hushed

tones of secrets and

half-truths.

I heard the muffled and

constant sound of stories

being concealed from the

prying ears of strangers.

I could only catch hushed

words like, “belly”, and

“lion face” over the

rumbling, roaring train.

On the sidewalks it was

no different. There were

the mild muted mutterings

of passers-by and the punch

clock heroes jingling through

the din of overhead trains.

“No problems”, and “panty hose”,

“yes, yeas and no’s”, filtered

over the traffic as I struggled to

get to the curious safety of

my cubicle hell.

The office was filled with

more silent conversations,

guttural ascents and denials.

I just wanted the noise to

stop and let me get back

to my quiet bed.

The clock whispers slowly

as I count the seconds until

I can get my ears clear of

all the distraction and

nonsense.