A long horn
travels from the other side of the city
to the window of my bedroom.
These are horns
from the freighters.
The distant sound
covers my bedroom,
as well as the world outside,
where trains run and vehicles rush,
where people come and go.
The roads and streets are not so far away.
They are right there
outside my screen window,
through which the sounds seep into
and slowly sink in my room.
For a lot of nights,
my window screen worked as a radio.
From it, I heard the small rain hitting the roof, the
rustling sound of a television, the
soft crying of a baby, and someone’s
bedclothes fluttering in the wind, and sometimes,
the crisp sound of flipping on a light switch…
For how many nights,
with the background music of the bustling city.