There’s a voice I heard once
When I put my ear to that vase
A scream I thought at first
Then a whimper
A song that trailed into a prayer
Or the other way around
A voice I’d not heard before
Until now, remembering that vase
I hear the tides
The mermaids
The witches finger that tickled my earlobe
As they did that day
And I’m not sure if life was ever the same after that
Or if life stayed the same but my eyes viewed differently
Or maybe I just listened more
Because the more I listen
The deeper I see
And in those depths
The volume of silence gets really deafening
And as I loosen my grip on noise
The unknown unravels
And maybe that vase
Was the beginning of my unravelling
Or maybe
I just heard myself more vividly within starry stained glass walls
It’s all a little strange, isn’t it
No matter what I write
Is nonsensical to someone
So the upside down
Of the mermaids tail
And the witches breath
And the starry glass
Are all mine
Until I listen to a bigger vase.
