Listen.
The air is an orchestra
conducting sound.
Listen.
Cacophony of birdsong.
Blitz of traffic.
Glorious gurgle of water.
The shock of day
slamming like a door.
Listen.
The thrill of laughter.
Giggles of children.
The ticklish whisper
of footsteps.
Listen.
Sweet staccato of a voice.
My voice. (Pause; Tears.)
The jubilee of words.
Listen.
Heartbeats.
Music.
40 songs richer
now. This is what it sounds like
when doves cry.
Loud as love -
the world, all new
purring
in my ear. Siobhán Mc Laughlin
Deaf woman hears for the first time
Siobhán Mc Laughlin blogs at http://www.a-blog-of-ones-own.blogspot.com
and is currently participating in the NaPoWriMo challenge of writing a poem a day here:
http://www.napowrimobysiobhan.blogspot.com
