listening skies


    I heard someone
    use those two words
    just last week –
    I can’t remember who –
    but they came back
    this morning as

    I stepped out
    of my little hilltop
    cabin at camp
    under a cloudy
    canopy of attention

    I had yet to speak
    yet the conversation
    had already begun
    in the languages
    of leaves and larks
    and grasshoppers

    the gentle gallop
    of the Great Dane’s
    giant greeting
    the skies listening
    but not for me
    I did best to listen, too
    and wait my turn


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