woman with a plastic bag on her head screaming

I am listening so I know where to look

when I hear that seductive language 

of surrendering in victory of what 

is unknown inviting me to know 

that outpouring of the cornucopia 

of experience that turns my ignorance

into knowledge, the delight of knowing

something new.  Almost always

it’s a voice that turns my eyes, my heart

and soul, that joins the human and divine

reminding me I am of that mixed blood

of time and eternity.  It may be that God

breathed life into Adam but it wasn’t 

until Adam spoke that God knew Adam was

alive – I seek that golden echo.