Like Water

There might be other rhythms here,

rain in the gutter, metallic tick and trickle,

rain on the window, the hum

of spaces in between —

rhythms to hear when the stereo’s off,

music against the quiet

You get your message across

by listening, more than by speaking,

by finding, like these raindrops,

the place where understanding trickles in,

and where it glances off,

and needs to be collected, redirected

You listen, and your message finds its way

like water, into the waiting ground.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 27, 2018