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.
“Night Sounds”
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 choirI recall the voices—
vibrations in my bones—
rocking me to sleep
wrapped in
silent
sound
Copyright © 2018-04-07, by Elizabeth Bennefeld.
