Ringing in my ears when I wake from a misshapen sleep, when I walk to my car, when I order my sweet mocha.
The barista nods sympathetically. I can’t hear what she says, but I smile politely and tip her more than usual, then walk to the river path outside with the warm, sweet steaming coffee.
Geese fly in formation, swift and powerful. I taste my coffee and see the river dancing over the rocks below. Sight, smell, taste, touch. It is almost enough. I shake my head. Almost is not music or laughter.
Hearing aids can’t be avoided any longer.
Toni Brayer says
Nice twist after lyrical prose.
Wow!! Your comment hit the nail on the head! Saved me having to put similar thoughts into words.
Thank you for your kind words!
Nicki Nance says
Great imagery. Excellent surprise at the end.
Thank you for your encouragement!
Geneviève Goggin says
I can relate…that will be me soon. Nicely written!
Jennifer J. says
Doug Jacquier says
I’m hearing you about not hearing you. 😉 Gently effective piece.
Thank you all for your kind words and encouraging feedback!
Hearing aids are sometimes required, but sometimes so is the silence.
Kern Windwraith says
I love how subtly you celebrate the importance and beauty of each of the five senses. Thank you.