I'm surrounded.
By an onslaught of sound
Cheers from every direction.
My ears have no protection
Splashes and clapping
I can't tell what's happening.
A loud, long, shrill whistle
Its shriek is a missile
It hones in on me.
A baby cries.
I close my eyes.
I plug my ears.
And succumb to what I hear.
There's no escape.
I'm in the fetal shape.
And still, I'm surrounded.
