EARS

So I wrote a poem for my Dadima like last year and I found it just now! Pretty ducky huh?

It feels like being underwater

soaked in the pillow of the sea

The restless do not await me

The silence does not wake me

The fish swim around

ignoring the ripples I create

It is momentous

not a seaweed stirs

The dream catcher is asleep

His dreams in a bottle of jar

carried off to the sea

marooned on an island

a tiny paper reflected in the shards

Someone picks it, sand sparkling of it's edges

The paper slips easily through the fingers

moist from the sunbeams 

dancing on it's surface

And the reader reads

and the paper conveys

That all is not lost

neither the universe will split

into tiny pieces

Pieces that get lodged

into someones heart

reproducing wickedness

benign from the start

And some find their way

into someones eye

blinding the light reflecting the pupil

While some shards of glass rove around

they pass towards into someones ears

snatching the life of music

or the sound of motor cars,

depriving the listener 

from the sound bars

The crying of their grandchildren

they cannot listen

For every time they pick up the infant

they could silence it no more.