Whispers

The summer concert venue

Welcomes the old hipsters,

And the young babes on hips too

The hungry souls of sisters

And the hearts full of hope

on the thick humidity

Live music floats

Lightening the breath,

Lifting barefoot steps

All the bodies mingled on grass

Leaning into Converse, en masse

Murmurs & tones of rejoice

Lengthening Summer’s traverse

Yet what whispers of prayerful voice?

How many hear it—peace drifting

Sliding through skies,

Tickling sticky underarms

Humming over the babies cries

Sweeping backs of bare knees,

How many hear it—gratitude gifting

Little feet criss-crossing grounds

In fading light,

Children’s freedom to roam

Past bedtimes, moving their delight

Bigger feet tip-tap cool blades

Stretching out wrinkles of blankets

A whispering of sacred slow

In swirls of cups, sweeping nightshades

As if nowhere to go

but this, here, now with singers

All held together between notes

in Summer’s warm linger

How many hear it—Unity sifting

Casting cosmic dust

on all shoulders Undersky

In whispers of an earth shifting