Brown Noise

It’s a kind of humming.

Void of melody, rhythm,

tempo, or change.

It’s a sort of brown noise

that fills your head

like sprayed insulation.

It’s soft– but don’t dare

think of it as delicate

or it’ll swallow you up.

If I focus too hard

a ringing sensation

trots its way in.

At first, this was all

I could remember--

empty racket.

The havocked sound

of waves crashing

one after the other;

you may try and cite

the woosh of an

individual wave,

but you can’t.

Go and try.

You can’t translate brown noise.