from inside the womb, we listened / by Ellen Sorensen

beneath the amber stratus

shadows dim the grass under my toes

i pull Wordsworth from my pack 

and eat the feast of poetic ecstasy

 

desires and hope explicitly told

fears and failures written in depth 

this is the story that binds us

this is the humanity that resonates within

 

storytellers, poets, and minstrels 

the art that paints every encountered soul

and the meter, the feet, are the beats

the vibrations that survive in us

 

patterns and melodies that we know

from inside the womb, we listened 

we were born into the music of our tribes

we didn't know dance, but there it was

 

bursting forth from our souls 

feet moving on the bones and dust 

the earth sings with us in harmony 

praising the circle of life