I never hear voices on the wind
that speak to my soul—
only to their emergency.
The voices out of the ether
speak to my now
with coded advice I must decipher.
Once two voices spoke simultaneously
and formed a discordant Om
that spiraled my head weak-kneed.
The voices I hear out of overlapping universes
most often are children living out loud
confident in who they are.
copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney
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