by Cheryl Merrick
Oh, the noise, noise, noise!*
How can they live in a cacophony of noise,
where energized by interteraction,
they stand too close and speak too loud,
as their conversation dissolves into a jumble of sound?
How can they breathe smothered in suffocating perfumes,
and the overwhelming odors of foods?
How can they withstand the constant assault
of beeps, dings, and alerts?
In a world constantly moving, how can they endure
the dizzying blur of shapes rushing in upon them?
I can not.
See "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" by Dr Seuss another quiet, creative person who identified with the Grinch
