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the window of the unknown...

Listen Back

Stay here at the precipice, quiet.
Quiet as the sun rises
over the rooftops
across the street
and the cats watch, rapt.
Quiet as the coffee deepens
its creamy sweet acidity.
How many mornings
have I woken like this, early
and called to listen
at the window of the unknown?
Sometimes it speaks to me.
Sometimes it listens back.

—Brooke McNamara 

For more from Brooke McNamara, see her book Bury the Seed. Used by permission of the poet. Photo by Hannah Tims, Creative Commons, via Unsplash.