HUSH!

Hush! ... so I hush

In the quiet ... I hear

Beeps and Blares of the hurried

Staccato retorts of the harried

Expletives exploding like suicide bombers

crushed beneath the crunch of gravel

as the wheels spin

the click of the pedal

the cool wind of escape

a whispering woosh regaling my ears

as birds gather in the gusty dawn 

I hear secrets that spill

between silent sycamore

getting stuck between my spokes

I hear the rustle of leaves

as they scatter rumours

on the neighbours lawn

The thud of the news

as it travels to the porch

in a graceful arc

I stop and lie under the open sky

to hear the dew drop

slide slowly off its perch

mindful that soon 

I will return to cacophony

but thankful for the hour

and that voice that asked me 

to hush