The soft ringings
in my ears
call me
towards silence.
I still to listen as
they draw me
to the eternal,
my heart.
I listen and
dwell there.

The daily poetry practice this month has forced me sometimes to think of poetry as a method of journaling: many of my inspirations have necessarily come from the ordinary day in and day out. And that has been very uncomfortable.

In that spirit, this poem came to me at the beginning of yoga class tonight. Not for everyone, I know.