Noise

Sometimes it is like so much noise
To read more hoping to catch words
So they might fling in my head and
Come out on the page, a striving
For something more, better and yet
Who measures what is better and
Good, is it the amount of dazzle and
Shine or is it in the honesty of what
Comes when you sit trying to connect
What might come forth from your
Hand, we have the least control
It is always in surrender we realize it
So it is good to sit in the silence and
Try to grasp at frail strands which blow
In the wind like so many dandelion seeds