Wonders

 

The wind in the wires

is making choirs

of conversations

that would have passed

unheard.

The child standing

on the tarred road hums

what the wind strums

and beats a stick

on the ground.

The sound he hears

is the music of the spheres

from somewhere above

but a rustling in the hedge

turns his head

and there’s a mystery

in the darkness of leaves.