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Rapture

 
Beside the river we stop mid-step, stilled
by sharp, shrill notes that hammer the air,
pip-pip-pip-pip-pip-pip.
And though we don’t see the whimbrel,
we train our eyes toward the leaves
from which the sound came, and we listen.
Listen longer. Our bodies still, until,
once again, we hear the call.
It’s not beautiful, no, but insistent.
Like a teacher who smacks a ruler to her palm
to call the class to attention.
Only now do I look back and wonder
if this is a kind of heaven—not the call itself,
but the listening that comes after,
the way we stop, enthralled together,
our senses stripped of self, our bodies
tuning with wonder, thrill lacing
our spellbound silence as we slip
through the narrow gate of amazement
and more wholly into the world.

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