The Sound Between Ears
No one tells you
that elephants collect static.
It gathers
between great flapping ears,
in the wrinkles of old skin,
along the curve of ivory,
until every tiny hair
stands upright
like curious children
trying to hear
a secret.
Harold says
it isn't electricity.
"It's memories."
Every laughs
that was almost forgotten.
Every tear
that no one noticed.
Every brave thought
too frightened
to become words.
They drift through the world,
looking for somewhere
gentle
to land.
Sometimes,
when Harold walks
through tall grass,
the memories catch.
Crackle.
Fizz.
Whisper.
The air begins
telling stories.
Children think
the wind is playing.
Birds pretend
they don't believe him.
Even the trees
lean closer.
Harold simply smiles.
He knows
the world is full
of invisible conversations.
If you are very quiet...
and your heart
is listening...
you might hear them too.
Not as voices.
Not as noise.
But as the soft,
hopeful
static
between
one lonely soul...
and another
finding
its way home.
About the Creator
Teena Quinn
Counsellor, writer, MS & Graves warrior. I write about healing, grief and hope. Lover of animals, my son and grandson, and grateful to my best friend for surviving my antics and holding me up, when I trip, which is often
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