All night one thinks
How he spoke Word;—
To chew until the mind fell asleep.
To inspire the same in others
It would be too much the dream come true.
To write a word, in strong verse
That one man, or woman, or child
Drank deep.
How I wish I could be the Doctor of Listening.
The grief that much wisdom was spoken
But I could not find it all in this short life of mine.
Grief, subtle sadness, that it exists…
Awesome is the impasse of our fellowminds.
To speak into the ether
Where none were listening;—
I realize the Earth didn’t need a great poet.
It needed a hearkener.
B. K. Neifert 