JUBILANCE
A poem in every pocket
a man some stop and ask,
“Any crows today?”
He has his own question.
Smiling about being a poet,
sunshine is stopped,
he asks, “Have you
ever heard
a human
say the word?”
Jubilant,
I have
one wish
for someone,
anyone,
to teach me
how to listen
to silence.
Silliness
comes with it,
leaning against
what introduces
them to homes
meant for the aging.
I already know…
and the wish
was given days back,
years back, I laugh
about it, I hear how
I only share
so little then.
Chad Norman
Writer
Truro, Nova scotia
Canada
