This mind is full of sounds…
like Shakespeare’s island; though
no mind is like an island…
where are all those sounds stored,
indexed, waiting tidy on their shelves?
Only when a sound returns
do you realise that it’s been missing..
hasn’t deprivation always been
the Creator’s pointed message to us?
just now, sitting with a teacup,
after a ‘testing’ week…
a gentle, sweet and reasonable
woman’s mother voice returns
to mind's uncatalogued fine inner ear;
reminds me it’s been absent for awhile..
and the world that seemed so alien last week
surrounds me with its mellow sound of care.
Michael Shepherd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sounds-in-mind/
