McGinnis Counseling

Listen while I work birch bark into bowls;

Listen to the corn soup boiling on the stove.

I live out of breath; hence no juice tonight;

Listening to others all day,

Their sound locks us in together, sand, snow.

Draw me out with long fingers.

Ask me what I think, ask me for a song.

If you listen, visit in October.

Draw me out with your uh-uhns and uh-ohs.

Sit down and serve me a bowl full of your silence.