My ear follows me wherever I go—
they are my devoted pets at each end.
There are times I fear they will overhear
dim thoughts brewing inside my browsing brain
which guides me over the hurdles of life.
When I was a child, my ears were happy
when yelling in tunnel passage,
yet now quiescently charmed at concert
when I retired in elder dotage….
I’ve always been happy to hear from you
whether you were an old acquaintance, friend
from a bygone historical era,
or someone whom I have plum forgotten.
My heart tells me that it is in my ear….
–Kevin T McEneaney