Radio Waves

It is a mystery how we walk through air
so thick and soupy with the waves of sound

Why aren't we buffeted along by gusts of music?
Our passage barred by angry, arguing men?
Beguiled to loiter by syrupy scents of stories?
Jostled by TV pictures sliding down chimneys?
Tickled by gossip shimmying along the wires?

Perhaps the aliens when they come
will clap their hands over their mouths
to keep from breathing in our noise.