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 words

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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listen to the stones…”ken,” my poem