The prompt for today called for a poem involving one (or more) of the senses. I find that I still miss hearing those voices in the night, singing me to sleep.
in the apartment where I lived
before I married, a quarter century past,
late at night through air ducts
the building sang to me
deep, rumbling chants
basso profondo choir
I recall the voices—
vibrations in my bones—
rocking me to sleep
Copyright © 2018-04-07, by Elizabeth Bennefeld.