Sound ~ A Poem

Today, May 4, marks the 16th anniversary of the surgery that restored my hearing after twelve years of profound deafness. I wrote Sound in tribute to my friends who made the effort to communicate with me when I could not hear them. Sound When I was a ghost Imploding in silence My mind fed on regurgitations of life Brimmed over with old stuff to share Like a fountain in a park Where the people use their pennies for the bus When I was asleep I thought I was awake Until I really did wake up And realized I'd been asleep You really don't know What your words have meant to me When I was a ghost A solid word anchored me in reality When I was asleep An eye to eye encounter Rocked me in comfort Roused me to love -- Rhonda Denise Johnson 2000