(listening to our conscience)
I awoke this morning at 3:30am to a particularly raucous dawn chorus. At the very moment of waking, I was conscious that, just momentarily, I wasn’t breathing; one of those moments when maybe you stop breathing for an instant’s contemplation in a dream. As soon as I regained consciousness, the first line came to me. Simultaneously, the bio of a fellow Twitter follower, rgogos, also prompted me. In this she says that she is “Fond of… the kind of silence that makes you strain to hear the earth breathing”. So I give full acknowledgement to Roberta, whose Daily Grapevine is evidence of her creative energy, for at least part of the inspiration for this poem.
The rest of the words, I hope, speak for themselves. I confess that there is a lot more meaning inside this poem than at first meets the eye, but I shall resist explaining it all, for fear I’ll spoil your own interpretation.
(Read the Poem)
P.S. Addendum: I’m a liar! There was no dawn chorus at 3:30am in the morning; it doesn’t start until 4:45 or 5:00am; I know that because I woke up early some days afterwards and actually went downstairs to record the dawn chorus. I was awake at 3:30am, though; must have been so absorbed with composing this poem that I lost track of time!