Today I really have nothing to say
Or is it,
that I do not want to say anything.
I have started listening now.
Not just to birds and people
But to the sound of air
that teasingly touches my skin,
as it enters and exists the nostrils!
I am listening to water
which runs when the tap is open
And when it is gulped down the throat.
I listen to the fire
When I light the burner to cook
And hunger flares in the stomach.
I am listening,
To the sound of silence,
Between words, chirps, ticking of clocks
It speaks to me
Of it’s presence
Which I can no longer ignore
Yes, I am listening.