i like to listen
from a comfortable spot
one floor up
above the rituals
convivials
the sounds still strange
against the quiet of the woods
where we long lived
wildlife sounds
now daily drowned
by the buzz and the grind
and the being of humans being
the doing and noisemaking
the taking and giving
the incessant chapters
of our daily living
some days, I like to stay where I am
onlooker
simply listening in
while others, when the heart knows best
to be in some part
part of the rest
of life down there on aged streets
beaten and still beating
yet I prefer the quiet above
where I listen to the rhythm
which begins before dawn
sputtering its first beats
persistant
perpetual
life is so predictable
in this everday town
moving with the light
to find a spot that suits me right
for thinking
for creating
the days of just enduring
connecting times and lives
like single notes
of a singular song
which floats up and in
to the quiet within
to where I sit and wonder
how these daily strains
sound against the tune I sing
the notes I bring
if anything
from living
Dog-eared Stories by anne celano frohna 