Listen!
by Elizabeth Challinor
It hit me like a brick
(Only it was weightless)
This is how our conversations work
What we say does not capture exactly what we mean
It will always send out ripples of unintended interpretations
Our choice of words opens, closes and distorts horizons
But can any of us imagine living in a world without birdsong?
For Gwen
Thanks to Peggy-Marco for the image