Listener of Sidewalk Traffic

October 28, 2019

Through the modest window above their bed,
the young woman lay still and listened to voices
of passersby with words lifting and falling.
She waited in the dark for coolness to find her.
Her fast ears wandered and scanned the surface
like a submarine, shyly listening.

Outside, townsfolk set down heavy yokes
and let jokes, simple joys, and fragments of the day
fall from their lips like Hansel and Gretel
dropping crumbs of bread. Sidewalk traffic
walked and talked freely while a bride listened
in secret and pictured the lives led by passersby.

Their round sounds floated up and pressed in
through the screen. Beside her sleeping groom,
she lifted a prayer and gave herself to the breeze
blowing past the lock and coiling clock.

       I scribble-scrabble to embrace all this.
       The woman with the rosy smile gives voice
       to a cozy season forty-six summers later.
       I say to myself, So that explains it.
       Not a shaker of heaven and earth, but someone
       of noble note who never forgot the way
       she came. An incredible anchor, a woman
       ready to pray and hear with both ears,
       whether my life has a hole poked in it or not.


by Pat Durmon

Blind Curves (2019)



Dear readers,


Through October of this year, poetry has been the main "topic of the day" for my weekly blog posts. Each selected poem has been published in one of my four poetry books, as shown below. Clicking on a book will take you to its page. Any purchases and reviews are greatly appreciated!


Thank you and God bless you!


Pat Durmon


Richard and Darlene Collins in front of the house on Jackson Street
in Monticello, Arkansas, where they lived some of the happiest years
of their lives as newlyweds. Photo taken on their 50th anniversary
by Deanna C. Cassity, May 15, 2009.






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