After Psalm 122
It is the silence I hear first,
but soon the noises overcome,
the bleating and lowing
of the animals.
Drawing closer, it is the sounds
I hear next, the sounds
of laughter and argument and
rejoicing and singing and
prayer, the words spilling
from reservoirs and fountains.
It is the clicking of my feet
in shoes I hear next, the sounds
of hard leather
clicking in the cobbles,
adding to the music.
Photograph by Hanny Naibaho via Unsplash. Used with permission.
