A Deeper Listening
What we hear is a haunting,
of words not said,
there’s only this deep listening,
yet who or what attends?
Something mundane is said,
a sudden potency,
a brief sonic feathering
awakens inner ears.
The mention of an ordinary thing
connects us,
a span of invisible tissue,
bridges one foreign language
to another.
Tympanic bones
drum to the same beat.
contrary vibrations
dance in step.
Meanwhile the passion
keeps pouring through,
conjoined
synaptic junctions,
and our words
try to keep up as best they can.
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