Considering a vow of internal silence,
I practice. Let my times proceed
without a narrative, let me take things in
constructing no instructions,
let me see people
without drawing conclusions.
In the ensuing quiet
I may hear
the jokes the ravens tell
across the hills.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 18, 2019
I’ve also wondered what jokes the ravens tell 🙂
They are so droll!