The Art Of Listening
When we lean on the cluttered din of this day
Few sounds can escape chatter and its wake.
Sharp piercing sounds seem loud, so far away,
The rest, cloud like, low muffled sounds to make :
Then in conversation which guides this very day,
From clouds back to Earth, beckons our own reply.
Uptempo, finding why's and wherefores, we may
State truths and falsehoods out loud to the sky :
And then, do we really wait for an answer returned
Or, have we retreated back into the heavens cloudy
Not hearing the din nor if the responder's concerned,
Which has bearing on living silently or quite loudly ?
Lost is the "Art Of Listening" basic to Earth as sod,
But, grown so close, are we just as "Pees In A Pod"?
Ronald C. Downie