Belief

I am listening. The loudest, the most persistent is the hum of the ceiling fan. Cawing crows Horning cars, rumbling trucks Voices from across the street Parvati moving about in the next room - And the slow intake of breath into my lungs.

I turn my ears inward. Conscious of myself tapping at the keyboard The cursor blinking. The little black line, going on and off On and off, on and off And waiting, patient.

I am emptying my mind – or so I would like to believe.