Poem: Listen


Sometimes what we want to happen

doesn't happen: fruit doesn’t ripen,

the ferns unexpectedly die,

what we see in front of us looks

nothing like we imagined it would.

 

We expect to heal. We don't.

We go back over what was said,

what was done to us, what

we lost or gave away. We cry,

Where is the justice in the world?

 

Listen. In the small hours just as

dark gives way to dawn, a single

bird we have never heard before,

may never hear again, and in that

one rare moment we are saved.