Prompted poetry: listen

Sometimes a poem takes me somewhere I didn’t plan to go. This is one of those poems.

Hearing loss

most days it is difficult to listen, to remember
that the world was spoken into being

sounds of our busy-ness drown out
those words that still echo

in the vibration of atoms: Let there be—
It is good.

 

lent2015

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