it’s there, somewhere in
the noise of morning
the waking buzz or beep or NPR
taffy-pulling children out of bed
the clickety clack of cereal in the bowl
and on the floor
the baby’s curious cooing and
her furious demands
there, somewhere in
the noise of afternoon
the hungry cat’s incessant meow
the zip of metal lids off cans
neverending dings and pops of
emails, texts, attention requests
the five-year-old in the back backseat
who knows every word to your song
there it is, somewhere in
the noise of evening
dishes clinking in the sink
the running bath
endless “shush”ing, “settle down”
the drone of prime time
cranky overtired people trying hard
to read the script of bedtime
just a whisper
can you set aside the noise
to make it out
make something new, make something right
add some beauty to the world
that wasn’t there before
risk it. listen.
it touches you at the root,
calls you ever onward toward grace
poem (c) 2017 D. Ohlandt
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