Decades of telephone work and cranking RUSH
to the required volume have damaged my hearing.
I have taken this as an opportunity to listen deeply.
I am filled with joy by the laughter of children,
Branford Marsalis playing two saxophones,
and bold proclamations of solidarity.
The crunch of fresh fallen snow under heavy
winter boots, the chirp of the first bird of spring,
the sizzle of a grill on a scorching Saturday afternoon.
I am nourished by the sound of an autumn wind
rattling dry leaves, the bark of a friendly dog,
the greeting of a loved one.
The inflation of my lungs as my heart slows to rest.
The eternal word as it is etched on the universe,
and the portion given to get me through each day.
Tower Poetry
Summer 2025 issue
Why I really appreciate this poem. It’s meaningful and “deep” but in common language - true people’s poetry! Milton Acorn would be proud. Also it references Canuck culture - the rock band Rush. - Chris
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