#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


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


About Blackbird

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