A flitter-flutter of hummingbirds along the petal-scallops bloom, <br />A minuet of keskidees on my morn-bough, <br />A ching-chime of an electronic alarm clock <br />Resounding through my room. <br /> <br />Behind all the overlapping, whimsical talkings on the street, <br />An engine sputter in time with a sidewalkjazz-player, <br />The clocks tick-tocking in the clock store <br />And the children chanting <br />Jump-rope songs to the beat. <br /> <br />The click-ticking of stiletto heels on concrete, <br />The lovers wailing for each other from their bed, <br />The barbershop quartet singing along <br />To a song they heard a day before <br />On the radio beat. <br /> <br />On my long walk home, a Generation X <br />Screaming muddle-medley words to W, Y and Z. <br />Star-gods in a flicker-sonnet of silence <br />As I hop back into bed <br />After an owl hoots a slow lullaby my way, <br />I wonder where I would be <br />Without the soundtrack of my Saturday.<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awe-soundtrack-of-a-saturday/
