What Keeps Us Interested Poem by Sarah Green

Far from the edge of the river the birds sing,
the words of their kind,
so beautifully sung,
so noisily talked,
just like the lunch room in high school,
the sounds of people talking in a room about what has gone on or what will,
the day gets longer as they speak the words of their hearts and minds.

The sweet pleasure of hearing them,
every conversation,
a pice of a person,
a pice of a group.

The sound so loud, yet so soft to a turned away life.
Open those gates to the ways of the light,
It takes only a second to find what we can't see or hear,
only a second to see the tears that run down a friends cheek,
only a second to see a friend explode over a comment made.

The long times it takes to make the conversation full of interesting things.
The time spent alone with your mind trying to find something to do or see.
What is there about the way life sounds and looks to us that makes it so interesting to us?
Is it the color of the things around us that change all the time that are never the same?
Or is it just the mystery that holds us here in the state of mind that can keep the world here?