Open Ears

If only I could listen
to everything at once
move beyond my linear mind
and hear it all as a blob
simultaneous sound
the wind and the sirens
broken conversations
together outlining the song
gradual growing of grass
gentle whisper of leaves
tires on the tarmac
rustle of clothes
curious and buzzing bees
could easily all be a harmony
if I could be beyond my ears
I could hear the ice melting at the poles
at the same time as all of the birds
all the thumps and the claps
lonely gunshots and rabbits
maybe then I’d know
the right question to ask
to learn why my pen runs in circles.