Stepping outside onto my small patio
inside of my small fenced in yard
I hear the Pacific North West rain
tapping on the hood of my coat
Above that, rides the tinnitus ring,
always there, that big and that loud.
Eight thousand megahertz, just for me,
heard or seen by none other.
The trees, the ground, the rain, and the moss,
set that taste on the tip of my mind.
Right here, right now, it all means the same.
I find that to be of some comfort.