Listen

It is a universe of sound.

                

If you ride out an hour

Before dawn

You may even hear

The sun rise.

If you tune your hearing well

As you sip your coffee

You can hear sweat trickle

Down the skin

Of the bean gatherer.

Listen well

And you may hear

Electricity in the wires…

Flowers opening their petals…

Lips spreading in a smile…

Ants scaling blades of grass…

Shadows sliding across sidewalks…

Ideas forming in the minds of children…

Pupils dilating in the eyes of lovers…

Midnight dew gathering upon lawns.

But, for me

All that must be heard

Can be had

In the creak of saddle leather

And the silent song

Of my horse.