listen i.

by Brook Chambers

I’m learning to listen through the light 
to the sounds of angels 
1000 miles away

through yellow green glow,
April’s canopy softens, carries 
1000 feet across quad, 
shuffling and snickering
indistinguishable from birdsong

through this light, velvet 
verdance eases as the late 
spring chill that gently 
kisses the tip of my nose,
apples of my cheeks

if my body were a sound 
through this light it would be 
one of those angels singing, 
greeting the cats after a long walk,
saying anything

through this light I hold their sounds
in the paper of my hands
in the whisper of my tongue
in the late spring chill, cherry blossom 
pink at the tips of my ears

cool and calm as ever

Brook Chambers is a southern queer poet and artist currently residing in Philadelphia, PA. Born and raised in central Texas, she enjoys exploring the intersections of queerness, religious trauma and spirituality in her work. Brook believes strongly in the healing power of art and community and invites you to reach out at chambers.oliviabrook@gmail.com if you would like to know more.

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