Are you willing to listen with the ears of your heart to the other voices of yourself speaking?
—prayer learned in my women’s circle
I am listening
with the ears
of my eyes,
with the ears
of my ears,
with the ears
of my spleen
and the ears
of my pineal
gland tucked
between the
hemispheres
of my brain.
I am listening
to the trees,
to currents of mud,
to the nighthawk’s
white stripes, to
the park’s sullen metal,
and to clouds as they
shift, I am listening,
I am listening
and lifting my
heart, not to
be fixed, not
to be filled, but
to better hear.