Something Is Listening Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

Something is listening

So many voices
So much talking
So little space,
Plenty of walking,
But no arriving;

I wade and call and reach.....
but no breach
Through the silent air-or in the silent air

For there's nobody there
But something is listening.....

And behind the wall
Is an empty cistern
And wide in the sky
Is an empty eye

And for all my striving and all of my trying
Nothing is safe in the hand
Or safe in the pocket
But my dead man's curl
In this bent locket

So many voices
So much talking
So little speech
Plenty of walking
But no arriving
I wade and call
And reach

But there's no breach

Through the silent air-or in the silent air

For there's nobody there

But something...
Yes...something is listening.....

And behind the wall
is an empty cistern
And wide in the sky
Is an empty eye

BUT SOMETHING IS LISTENING....

For all the strength
I spent in my striving

Nothing is safe in the hand
Or safe in the pocket
But my dead man's curl
in this bent locket


BUT SOMETHING IS LISTENING

Silence..Somewhere spoke? ...

And something is listening.....