HEARABLE.
I sat one morning in leafy-green oceans
of growing corn
and felt the unknowable alter my senses.
A song of immeasurable beauty caught
my inner core
as stalks shouldered sighs up from depth.
Gowns of fragile filigree curled lightly
round tasseled cobs
while hums through silver fringes crept.
Bodies of spider-blown veins muscled
ballooning over
bulges of growth to croon around webs.
With audible ticks the chorus of nature
birthing corn\'s gold
in speechless glory became so intense.
I stayed convinced that morn after proof
that life\'s silent race
is hearable to humans on wonder bent.