I have come to translate the silence. <br />I've bought paper and pencils <br />and a pair of small ears. <br /> <br />I ask you <br />not to disturb me <br />until the task is done. <br /> <br />First I will unwrap the ears <br />and place them face up <br />on the floor. <br /> <br />You will observe their strangeness <br />these tiny shallows <br />these bridges of bone. <br /> <br />They are waiting for the sound <br />of no sound - <br />nothing is permitted <br /> <br />not even the intermittent <br />buzz of a fly nor the tick of a wall. <br /> <br />You must soften your breath <br />learn patience - <br />shuffle along any vagrant thought. <br /> <br />Soon the ears will begin <br />to quiver -gently they will <br />pick up the pencils at their side. <br /> <br />Listen closely - <br />the word is about to be <br />written.<br /><br />Maggie Sawkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pair-of-small-ears/
