I used to listen
to the rhythm of the world
the drums outside in beat to the fall of downpour
the flute blowing between flowers and dancing with the leaves
the choir in tune to the rise of the sun
I used to listen
but now I don't
the song drowned out by thoughts
of the past, future, present
muffled by the hands of worry and doubt
So, I listen.
find the melody
let it take me back
and remember the rhythm
I stop.
Stop
to listen
to the breathing of the room
flowing in
and out
through the nose
even the silence.
closed eyes and
open ears
do you hear it too?
the leaping of pencils
the yawns of heating vents
the footsteps of fate before it barges through the door
the whistle of wonder beside you
stop.
closed eyes and open ears
do you hear it too?
