Noah's ark or battleship?
Who am I to judge bad English and loud voices? I feel naked, swaying on the corner of a star. My brain chooses Andalusia, and I remember Gibraltar and the lights of Marocco.
We're powerful in our wake. If only we kept watch on our minds to feel the connections, synapses to hopscotch.
The noise clutter so intense, numbing to bluntness and the deafening silence of no…