Sit & Listen

Natural method to forget.

While the wind swished through the leaves on trees and lifted wastes from the roads, she sat and listened to its whispers. She listened to its stories and its prose; she listened to the way it sung through its words. She listened to the way it said nothing at all, and everything at once.

While the seas slapped against sodden rocks and sediment, and lifted wrappers from the silt, she sat and listened to its whispers. She listened to its remarks and its consultations; she listened to the way it explained its every point. She listened to the way it said nothing at all, and everything at once.

But mostly, while the bugs mingled in their world of minimalities, and upon the leaves of dewy plants--orchestra of blue and green--she sat and listened to their whispers. She listened to their dances and their plays; she listened to the way they rehearsed the greatest shows. She listened to the way they said nothing at all, and everything at once.

But the night called and so did the feathers on which she dreamt, and in those dreams were the howls of the words previously unheard. She lay and listen to their shouts. She listened to the way they demanded and cried; she listened to their bashful comments. She listened to the way they said everything at once, with nothing to stop them at all.

Author's Note

We dream with the thoughts we don't think, because they don't just go away.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

There are poems to be heard in the sounds around us if we just listen very closely.
j.