Open Mic Night

I hear all your words

Spoken in flight

Through air thickened

By anticipation, simply

of being heard tonight

I hear all your words

Shared from the height

Of wrinkled page

ripped from a journal

For the open mic night

I hear all your words

As they land bright

Jagged, softly, swirled

Fumbled or whompy

Searing of insight

I hear all your words

Though I’m unable to recite

Any of their lettered shapes

I hold all your words

By where they land

In my heart with might

I hear all your words

Spoken in flight

Their arc from lips to ears

A trip from heart to heart

In fields of creativity—

Hope for humanity, a light

Blessed be the open mic

May ALL voices be heard

Photo by Phil Hutcherson

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