Listening Party
So often, we see what we think
cannot be seen: rain before
water as clouds and bird chatter,
a neighbor across the street
whose life continues when she
enters her home. Through her
living room, sliced by a window,
you see her lift a mug to her mouth,
reach over the computer screen
to turn it on.
Where does proof come from.
How does the mind decide,
imperceptibly, that we see
what we see, and what we
see is happening.
When a new album is released
(released, we say, like prisoners, or hounds)
your friend hosts a listening party.
We both show up,
and your neighbor, and your neighbor’s neighbor,
and strangers who are your friends.
We crowd round the speaker
like it’s a fireplace.
love this - the last lines especially! The photo is exquisite. thanks for sharing, N
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of a listening party! You created one here, too.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem, Hannah.
ReplyDeleteLovely Hannah. "Sliced by a window" comes through in the image as well. I would love to attend a listening party. It sounds peaceful.
ReplyDeleteThis was very deep and thought-provoking :)
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