When I put headphones on it’s like I’m deaf.
The world goes by silently on its own
Like schools of fish in an aquarium
Or New Yorkers who appear to my left
My right again almost like trash or leaves
Scattered by a thoughtless wind. I am not
Alone but it does feel that way without
Sound when my CD spins Carlos Vives
Singing, clapped to my head, his song the world
All that there is: Colombian rhythms
That move my hips and rump along with them
Till in my ears and all around me whirls
Even the stranger who sits down to rest
Drawn from the soundless crowd to this park bench.