Listenby Sylvia Pedley on 01/03/18
Take a deep breath and listen to the air,
do you hear what I do, listen, right there.
You say, you hear underfoot the crunch of brand new snow,
I say, no listen, shades of long ago,
You say, you hear a car in the distance
I say, be quiet, listen, I must be insistent.
I say, listen to the silence of the air and hear the sound
it is very plain I say, I hear it all around.
You cannot hear a thing, you say, that isn’t well explained.
Listen to the air, I say, the sound is well ingrained.
What is this sound, you ask, of which you speak,
I hear the birds, the crunch of snow and the babbling of the creek.
Do you not hear, I say, the conversations of old,
The memories shared around the fire as the stories are told.
I hear the past as well as now I try to make you see.
But you just shake your head and turn and walk away from me.