I CAN HEAR NOW
the sound of a lenticular cloud balancing on the summit of Mt Rainier
the sound of mares’ tails in the sky the afternoon before the next day’s rain
the sound of mist rising from the lake
the sound of fog settling in the valley
the sound of sunlight dappling through the leaves
the sound of the moon waning and the sun rising in the early morning
the sound of a shooting star streaking across the night sky
the sound of sun peeking through the blinds in the morning
the sound of sunset over Elliott Bay
the sound of a sense of wonder revealed by nature
the sound of the fragrance of a flower
the sound of the anticipation of a piano being played
the sound of the ones and zeros of computer code that makes music
the sound of waiting for the shoe to drop
the sound of coronavirus settling on cardboard
the sound of anxiety deep in the throat
