Noise is relative, too, like space
and time. For fish, who live packed
in water, the massive crash of a leaf

My head emerging from this paper box—
not heavy but sufficiently opaque
and put there up across my balding pate

No definition tells you rooms exist:
touch them too hard, too long, and like mimosa
they close against a stem so sightless green

Everyone has advice, lots of suggestions,
Some bring him plastic bowls, tin cans,
Old buckets; someone with half a degree