Listening (June)

Start of rain, prestissimo of birds, flapping jacket of June. Listening is brought to our attention. Or we train ourselves to hear beauty, ‘on’ rather than ‘off’ the permanent airwaves. Listening to the symphony astounds us. But some nights it’s so familiar we wish it would end, the concert hall interrupted by frog choruses of mobile devices. People are different. He’s listening but not hearing means he hears but doesn’t listen. Same thing. You say something so amazing I hear and stop listening. Your voice is so beautiful I listen for years. Please forgive me when I don’t hear everything.