• Kate Godin


Updated: 2 days ago

You are not just inside,

pen in hand, listening.

The bird song that opens

the ears of your heart,

the tire treads pressing

themselves into pavement,

sealing over and over

their rugged love,

the murmured conversation

of dog-walkers—

there you are, too.

Your attention

travels the treetops,

grazes hard ground,

twines into quiet talk,

each passing sound

a sensation,

tender and transient,

life roving through

the stillness

you hold

in this moment.

Photo by Kelly Sikkema

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