Holding space

If listening is a kind
of knowledge,
if losing,
if not finding—

Why does it hurt
to listen to the loud
hammering in my heart
after rude encounter—

If listening is a bird
that would rather sing
but not show its face,
if hoping—

Why does the cup I hold
in the evening never run
out of questions, why can’t I
make the suffering stop—

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