listen to the stones…”ken,” my poem

listen to the stones…”ken,” my poem

that entish slang…

 

 

ken

 

The words of stones

   come soft,

and there are whispers,

and the birds’ chirping

   is a refrain,

and the trees talk

   mostly to themselves

      in their entish slang…

 

Are we listening?

Do we give them moments

   to speak as they will?

Can we trust the words

   that we barely understand?

Do we need to hear

   the stones and their mountains?

Shall we learn from these scant words

   a new way of knowing?

Shall we hear the worlds

   that exist with us,

      persist without us?

Shall we allow those words

   to fill our ears and minds and hearts?

 

Is there new meaning

   so near to our ken?

 

June 20, 2024

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