#72 of 365 – “mustard seed”

“mustard seed”

 

I am listening

to the ether,

but it’s mysterious

and low

 

and I’m impatient

for the something new

that I’m supposed

to know

 

some secret

deeply hidden

in the creases

of the day

 

some tiny lullaby

inside

the deafening

folds of gray

 

some pearl

beneath the moody

depths of heaviness

and blue

 

some flower

of the cosmos

that the concrete

can’t subdue

 

I can’t hear through

the walls of silence

to what the velvet

echoes say

 

and I’m not sure

that any music

from the rafters

will ever play

 

but there’s a mustard seed

of comfort

that has invited me

to stay

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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