Turn off all TVs,
Shut down every radio,
Set aside laptops and phones,
Rise early, or linger til late,
well before or after
all others do sleep,
beyond when near voices
have drifted to mute.
Then, only then, do
mild voices at distance
invoke our interest.
They spring into mind
as both memory and vision.
They echo off objects
touched by the light.
They filter as scents
in breaths that we take.
They hang onto whispers
throughout the dark night,
to chatters and chirps
disturbed by the dew.
How frightening and empty
such voices would be
without the still and the quiet
of lush nature without,
vast and mysterious,
changeable and raw,
inviting yet hazardous,
safe if with care.
Definitely not a bleak mirror
reflecting of all we do fear.
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Sunday, May 25th, 2014
Seymour
TX
USA
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