a black hawk
hunches inside of me
subway train grinds,
moving the city
in same direction
to east/west
then south/north
actually, the animal
may be a giant whale
heaving one deep exhale
-who0000oosh-
are pigeons and gulls
scavenging scraps of bread
mirroring city folks,
whose bodies move clock-
wise, counter clock-
wise
i listen
-hummmm-
of bees & hummingbirds
to murmuration of starlings
carrying me
to feet of wild forest
to towering hair of willow tree
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetic Hum hosted by Gina. I am always striving to hear my poetic hum above the noise of the city and my hectic work life.
The challenge:
What is the poetic hum in your life? What hums in the background of your life that inspires you as you unconsciously listen while you work and live? Is the drone always there or do you have to cultivate the inspiration?
