Heeding

I listen to my neighbors toilet flush, it takes a long time for the sound to drain away and refill, I settle deeper between my ears cognizant of the cadence of its slow rise and fall. The trash compactor chews on for a grinding stretch after I switch it off. Uncomfortably heated body-bellows voice out as a hurried meal speaks on. This is not silence minor notes trundle and tumble, heightened by being weighted to a lower registry. Sonic trickles detonate into auricular spouting’s. The distances between unremarkable moments eavesdrops, listening to its own earthly poetry.