The Messenger on the Bay
A poem by Teja Chemudupati
Hear the distant roar of a vast sea,
Or the drawn-out rumble of a motorcyclist racing
on a nearby road.
Listen to the sound of a baby crying,
Or a dog yapping,
Or a high, hearty laugh bouncing around the bay.
Can you hear it? The story behind the passing bicycle’s bell?
Two joggers running by when one of them exhales, “I love you,” to the other between forced out breaths.
The constant drone of the passing planes overhead paired with the shrill calls of gulls describe a world of two flights.
The wind is the Voice of our World, its message meant to communicate
the bounty of life that fills it. A silent messenger on its own, the wind speaks
louder as an amplifier.
“Hear me,” it says, “and listen.”
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