White Noise

Living in the city
There are lots of urban joys,
But the one thing we put up with
Is an awful lot of noise.

Though we tune it out by habit
And just rarely come unglued,
There are nights when sleep’s a challenge
And we yearn for solitude.

Then a possible solution
Did present itself and thus,
There’s a new white-noise contraption
In the bedroom, next to us.

Though my husband swears it’s helping,
Desperation does delude.
I still hear the traffic roaring,
Just a tiny bit subdued.

Still, there’s value in placebos
For believing can hold sway.
While I toss and turn, my spouse is
Snoozing peacefully away.