Listening
Small noises shuffle in the morning
The tap drips and the house creaks
Giving way to the days first movement
Shifting the environment into play
He speaks flat without rising peaks
But I would rather listen to the world
The demands of the day reveal
And I want to curl in the silence
Colour ignites; painting a new canvas
And I move through it treading water
As the walls come into focus
I feel trapped listening to the room
Outside i can breath as sure as birds sing
And I wander over crispy leaves
Once more nature flare
And I listen with keen ears