The Gift of the Common Tongue
the crack in your voice
leads to a hall of silence
pure as a vacuum tube
then reverberates
through the rooms
of your common lives
you find a further chord
to unwind the path to mending,
step out into a yard of astonishment,
in the rich ring of it’s common tongue
bird song alone is enough
to begin the act of repair
you go back into the kitchen
to say come hear for yourself
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bird song alone is enough to begin the act of repair …
“come hear for yourself ” — ah! the silence ends.
A good story. You leave us eager to know what happens next.
I love this healing poem. from Unwind the path to mending from the echo silence of a common life, to “come hear for yourself” the song of repair. Thank you for this poem.