I’m not listening to an alarm
clock
It wouldn’t wake me up anyways
I’m not listening to a hair dryer
maybe that’s a blessing
I’m not listening to eggs frying
while my dad flips them for
breakfast
I’m not listening to coffee
perking
when I’m leaving for
school in the morning
I’m not listening to a flag in
the wind
as we stand to recite the Pledge
of Allegiance
I’m not listening to the sounds
of “S, F, SH, CH, TH” when people
are
talking to me--
Sad, but true
I’m not listening to fingers on a
keyboard at a school presentation
I’m not listening to bubble gum
popping as
I pass a piece to my friend in
class
I’m not listening to turning
pages
as I read my book for English
I’m not listening to people
whispering
during lunch and telling their
secrets
-especially the girls
I’m not listening to a pin drop
during
Home and Careers when I made a
chef’s hat
I’m not listening to soda fizzing
when
I pour myself a glass after
school
I’m not listening to people
gulping
down their water after a
strenuous workout at zumba
I’m not listening to babies
crying
when they’re tried and
ready for a nap
I’m not listening to whistling
anytime,
anywhere, any place
I’m not listening to new hybrid
cars
when I’m walking in the middle of
the road
minding my own business
I’m not listening to soft music
when I’m in a car cruising home
from
work at the YMCA
I’m not listening to a
conversation on
the phone EVER--
My ears won’t allow it
I’m not listening to biting into
an apple so
crisp and red and juicy
I’m not listening to a rocking
chair
when I sit on it
I’m not listening to the faucet
drip
when I am in the other room
I’m not listening to my cat
scratching
the furniture when I am not
watching him
I’m not listening to leafs
falling
besides me when I am
shuffling along a path in the
cool evening
I’m not listening to birds
chirping
when I’m out racking leaves in
the fall
I’m not listening to jingle bells
during a Christmas song
I’m not listening to a babbling
brook
when I watch the water
tumbling over pebbles
I’m not listening to bees buzzing
in the summer as they move
flower to flower collecting
nectar
I’m not listening to the summer
breeze
when I’m on the beach on a
hot, sunny day
I’m not listening to summer rain
when I’m out on my front porch
watching
the down pour
Instead I’m listening with my eyes
and that works for me