I have been listening beyond my comprehension.

I have been listening beyond my comprehension.
I have watched birds flying, swirling, landing to feast in the backyard.
I have waited through the blue and frigid cold.
I have read about thinking classrooms where people gather round impermanence, grouped randomly, standing, uncertain where the teacher is.
I have washed all the laundry.
I have gone into rooms and left, wondered where I would go if everything stopped working.
I have carved into rubber.
I have worked quickly, stepped back and looked, danced and remembered.
I have brought fresh water, talked with those who are close to dying, heard what is outside of spacetime.
I have looked up words, read handwritten equations, delighted in words breaking.
I have entered silence and turned the page.