Blackbird Pie

What do you need right now? I feel like I would enjoy a long retreat from human voices, a free to reverse get out of jail vacation from inside voices, especially my own. Who would keep you entertained? Who would you listen to with affection, passion, curiosity, interest, engagement, immersion, amusement, without hearing human voices, including your own? Maybe I would learn to speak in squirrel scold and nutty chatter, in buzzing bee, whining predative mosquito searching, warning rattler, purring and hissing cat, stoned silly river sibilant sad satiated sensory sunset moon rise advent of enlightening mystery surf breathing ocean, inhaling and slow shushing out demented and delighted dreamscapes, hawk warnings mourning dove reassurances Earth's undisputing stillness still partially well Blessing ridiculous ravens cawing out for each other, "Here we brazenly are, together;" never having heard of blackbird pie, unthinkably naive, unspeakable joy of togathering flight without tomorrow's forbidding consequences, breathing in remembered fight to outward reimagined flight.