Voices

— Mary Ann Savage

The words we hear—
almost hear—
whisper in
from ocean swell and fall,
from winds that meet and pass,
even between those footsteps
approaching,
departing.
They must be attended
with another sense,
which stands somewhere
behind hearing,
like the grayed ghost
that is the second shadow,
behind the first-seen brightness
of a rainbow.
Attend with the peripheral ear.
Attend; the words we hear
behind the sounds
are important.
Some people think
them mermaid song,
or angels.

One thought on “Voices

  1. Lovely and transcendent–The "voices" in this poem are beyond those of human words. This is poetry of a different sort–from waves and wind and rainbows. How else do angels speak?

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