somewhere

somewhere,
in the distance,
a mournful sax is wailing;
somewhere,
I hear a baby crying
its little heart out;
somewhere,
a police siren
is blaring down
a dark and lonely street;
somewhere,
a woman is screaming
in orgasmic ecstasy;
somewhere,
a man is pleading
for his life;
somewhere,
a preacher
is channeling God's voice;
somewhere,
a mother
is yelling at her children;
somewhere,
a poet
is about to take the stage,
to loudly proclaim
the words of this poem.

© 2012 Joseph Powell