Providence

My request for loneliness, unlike other prayers that were delayed in transfer channels and by weary divine courier staff, like a letter containing an offer to donate, was swift to be read, and replied to, not leaving me with time enough to set aside promised resources and prepare myself for the huge deficit that I had offered to incur on account of having too much and not knowing what to do with it.
From incessant noise with A shouting over the din of the tele, Dog braking over the effort of A to be heard, and B barking back at the dog, I now find myself in deafening silences. I can hear air. I can hear stillness. And I am alone.