When
You Listened I Could Hear Myself
When you listened I could hear myself
In the dog bark hour of Half Moon Bay
The cave-screaming whispers echo in
Scooped dim low wet bat stone
Our earthy bedroom, talking into night
Hear ego, all of my lies
Drown by cicadas beyond the screen
Marking time
When you listened I could hear myself
Did I listen as you did so well?
Could our sons peek into silences
Of jungle to hear the hum?
When we listen--there are the gifts
Laid in the sand, burning
Incense rising at the temple door
Massing high
When you listened I could hear myself
On the caramel sand where birds flew out
And up into far. Vines grew.
We hung
Into night on the roaring fog
Fixed our eyes on gnarled cliffs at
light
Where the caption of the beach read calm
Testament to long listening shores
We’ve walked by
When you listened I could hear myself
Now kelp and I engage the waves
Crabs crawl quick from your bone
Socket into sun, cartilage
Of ear scaffolds up in fragile air
Parched and clean, arched to hear
As you listened when I could hear
Myself cry
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