Aquarius, We Hope

We dawned the age of Aquarius

back in 1969.

Some never heard the words

which blast away still today

and bounce back and forth,

ricocheting around the interior of

a New Beetle--from an iPod.

No one outside can

hear it but me. The others on

the freeway absorb their own messages

from their own programs.

How cacophonous we've become.

What did cacophony ever serve

except to warn us in a movie that

something bad was about to happen?

But we pound on down the highway
as if ZZ Top were dying tomorrow.
 

And yet I remember a herald of

cacophonous cathedral bells

which scattered doves to flight.

Aquarius, we hope.