Tune In Poem by david e golledge

Turn off the i-pod, take out the earbuds.
Silence the MP3 player, walkman,
Minidisk, mobile, and listen.

Listen to the ceaseless hum of humanity.

The echo of 5am footsteps,
The low murmur of distant traffic,
The muted siren, the low whir of the
Overhead helicopter, traffic news
bulletins streaming from TVs.

The shouts of market traders,
welcoming the coming day,
the loud yell of the tower-block,
the insane chatter of the parks,
the green at the heart of the cities.


Listen:

The rain’s staccato on pavements,
The timpani drum of thunder,
the wind brushing through trees.
The modernist cacophony of birdsong,
the endless buzzing of bees.


Turn off the i-pod. take out the earbuds.
silence the MP3 player, walkman, minidisk,
and mobile.

The music of the metropolis,
Get connected and get down.
Tune in to the symphonies,
the songs of street and town.