Crow Friday: Waxy Buildup

Also posted in Poetry Passion.

Don’t flush, don’t drain

my ears, Doc

then I’ll be able to hear.

I’ll hear all the chatter

in the coffee house

and won’t enjoy

my Americano in quiet.

I’ll hear the sound

of my neighbor’s stereo

or the rooster crowing

before I’m ready to wake up.

It’s better that I don’t know

what Trump is doing next

or what Bill Maher has to say

about all this political bullshit.

Don’t drain my ears, Doc.

I don’t need a hearing aid, either.

Let the wax in my ear canal build up.

I’m perfectly fine

living my life in the dark.

©️mft

Poem: Calm, Foggy Ocean

I like the calm, foggy ocean
where the anchored boats
seem to linger.

I enjoy an afternoon
of staying in bed,
gazing out the window
and feeling the earth rotate
around the sun.

I relish the time
when everyone is gone
and I get to spend alone time
at a downtown cafe.

I yearn for the day
when I have no work to do,
no chores or errands to run.
When I can just be.

I like the quiet
because I can hear
the sound of my inner voice
guiding me.