Finding truth

I hear a farmer talk of cattle
and his voice becomes
the heartbeat of life
once I forget to understand
what he says; the melody
is like a fisherman’s orating about
the best places to find herring.

Somber, honest and deep is the sound
of men in the midst of manure, or on ships
covered by the shit of seagulls;
that is where truth can be found.

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Comments on: "Finding truth" (4)

  1. David said:

    Definitely a fertile imagination πŸ™‚

  2. I love how … in the most unlikely places … you find the music of words, Ina! XO β™₯

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