A Low Hum

A Low Hum What good is poetry anyway? Look around, look around There’s an invitation there Where good company Helps take all our weights away Hear potential in the living air In there a traffic carries what we seek Listen out for that low hum That low hum What good is poetry anyway? Come along, come along now Do I see the answer in your face? Do I sense a shared love? Whether in joy or in a wounded place Don’t we still need that low hum? That low hum We seek to eke it out now We seek to eke it out somehow Are you getting anywhere? We seek that low hum Age We all will age There is no exclusion Page after written page Stripping all illusion Make shape from this confusion! What’s your state today? What are you holding to? What comes but gets away What keeps burning through? Can I summon and call? We seek to eke it out now We seek to eke it out somehow Are you getting anywhere? Listen out for that low hum That low hum