The corn is singing
all colors of corn are singing
and we are listening.
The sun is singing
the sky is blue singing
to all manner of listening.
The listening when
we don’t even know
we are listening.
The distracted ear
The earth is listening
are we hearing?
The ground is the best
listener I ever knew
listening to fire and to rain.
All summer I was praying
for gentle gentle rain and soon,
but not soon enough, it came.
The squash I didn’t grow
my children grew,
planted ancient seed,
watered and now I carry
a large squash home. I guess
the children have been listening.
The grandkids have their fingers
on remote and I-phone.
I am nearly giving up
but I have to believe
that they are listening.
The body listens
to the beautiful. It feeds on
the horizon, a day like today,
a sun baked, heart based
day like today.
Living inside a prayer
given to the great listening.
(Corn photo by Bark)
Responses to “Weekly Poem: At Gathering for Mother Earth | Tewa Women United, written on site”