Hiding in the cave.  Too aware.

I listened,

listened to my whole life…

a detested mouse shamelessly singing

from its burrow a foolish, ugly song–

a persistent, senseless chirp

tumbling through fleeting moments

and flowing on oblivion’s face.

from the poem “Insight” by Furūgh Farrukhzād, translated by Sholeh Wolpé

 

 

All Shameless Singing is Welcome Here.