I can’t watch it,

too much to see.

So many problems,

so much poverty.

Instead I listen,

I’m listening to the fridge,

it crackles and hums,

it’s never been right,

since we got it last spring.

I listen for the kettle,

time for a drink,

a warm cup of coffee,

while I sit and think.

I listen to the weather,

the sound of the wind,

hearing the rain,

on the roof its pounding!

I listen to the cat,

soft purrs hit my ears,

a relaxing sound,

brings peace and stops fears.