I Hear Everything/I Hear Nothing/I Hear What Makes No Sound

—Millicent Kellogg

I hear asters sprouting blue petals from golden circles
oak leaves toasting on a spring grill
trees designing rings for their center pieces
breezes humming on wild oat finger tips

I hear moles complaining they cannot blink
gophers doing sums to assess the damage
mockingbird eggs cheeping thirteen CHIRP variations
spiders twirling silk for their websites

I hear rust erupting on barbed wire and gate hinges
rocks stirring to dirty dance rhythms
footpaths wearing down to indelible scars
stars waiting to be turned on in the vapor

I hear ants planning a July 4th picnic
I hear snow etching each filigreed original
I hear muffled footfalls of souls entering and leaving the earth
I hear eternity making course corrections in time and light

 

 

 

One thought on “I Hear Everything/I Hear Nothing/I Hear What Makes No Sound

  1. I like straining to imagine the sound of “rust erupting,” that word pair itself a serviceable substitute, but especially the brilliance of “I hear eternity making course corrections in time and light.” I have also long remembered “I am pleased to have been more contented than resigned” from “Summer Audit.” I continue to enjoy your work whenever I manage to be at WG Library to hear it. Just sayin’. Casey

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