Becoming a Listener

I want to listen to the lullaby of the words
As they come streaming in directly from
Your heart like the constant flow of blood

And oxygen. I want to listen to the birds
And their wings as they completely numb
Leftover feelings. I want to hear the flood

And rush of water as it cleans impurities
People abandoned by the water’s edges.
I want to listen to the sound of the sun as

It finds ways to get rid of my insecurities
Like stepping out to very tip of the ledges
And jumping off. The curling scream has

Worn itself out and is trying to crawl out
Of my throat like a spider. I want to hear
The moon as its silence comforts me in

The middle of the night when the doubt
Swarms my head and I cannot hear clear
Thoughts coming through. My wet skin

As the sound of laughter that is miles and
Miles away from making its journey home.
The sound of tears that hit the sidewalk.

And hearing its faint echo as my feet stand
Right where they are. I just want to roam
And find a place where I do not have to talk.