Cacophony

The air is filled with sound.
Far above me, a small plane putters along,
but nearer to me, the jays call insistently back and forth,
the cardinals chirp and peep,
birds uncountable speak in tongues I can’t translate.

Above me, on a branch dripping with the maple’s red buds,
a grackle expresses its displeasure at my presence in squawks and screeches,
though, perhaps, it’s the cat’s presence that he protests rather than my own.

A call I’ve never heard before reaches me among the others.
But so great is the din on this spring morn,
that I can’t isolate it from the rest to memorize its song.

No method to mute all the other sounds and hear just the one song,
as I so often I long to do,
simply let the noise fall away
and hear just the one voice singing.

 

NOTE: Look for our giveaway of Lynda’s book of poems “Wild Divinity” on April 16th, 2019

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Lynda Allen is first and foremost a listener. All of her work whether it's writing, art, creating Animal Wisdom Journals or leading meditation begins with deep listening. Lynda listens to her own inner knowing and wisdom, the natural world and the still, small voice of the Divine in the silence. She listens. Then she creates. In all of her creations she strives to inspire others to open their hearts and embrace their journey, both the dark and the light, with gentleness, love and joy. Her new collection of poetry and essays "Grace Reflected" is now available. You can learn more about the many offerings of Lynda’s heart at her website.

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