7.2.2017 [soul waiting]

squirrels, bullfrogs, an
owl drops by, savoring
the detritus of deep
suburban life

and quiet. more quiet
than we are used to
with the sound turned
off and the phone out of
range.

brother elswyn sat
for hours considering,
opening, breathing in
his being alive and
a soul.

I can hear the water
lapping nearby, and
chirrup chirrips,
a fluttered peck
as something
moves in for seed.

perhaps I am a soul
too. needing to
sit and let see.
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