In the womb, we learn to listen
long before we can even breathe.
Maybe this is our body’s way
of saying, listening is a form of
breathing, and hearing is more
essential than air. Maybe we spend
our lives trying to get back to a time
when the voices around us sounded
like a distant music, strange song
of the everyday that plays even now
when I pause at the street corner
before crossing, and just listen—
to snippets of phone conversations,
someone’s radio, a mother calling
to her child to keep him near—this
endless symphony of the world.
—James Crews
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