WHAT WE HEAR

Hear that?
The hum of wings
striking the skin of the wind.

Your ears struggle against
the usual suburban symphony.
Yes, you can just about hear.
Your eyes brighten,
make a case
for the novelty of the sound.

Makes me wonder if I ever hear you -
your breath as it falls easy
atop mine.
No I don't hear it,
I breathe it
and that's as it should be.

So what have we out there?
A hummingbird
eager for a last drink before dusk?
A moth
out of its green closet,
awake to the open air?

A breath?
Is there other than this one?

-- John Grey