We Were Listening

We were listening.
Even down by the water
and on Sunday afternoon.
At dinner.
In the garden and that time
out by the road right
before it started to rain.
We were listening and
we heard so much
We heard the waves -
the gentle lake waves
splashing against the rocks and
the breeze in the midday trees
when all else was quiet
and the honey bees
hopping from bloom to bloom
and the symphony of silverware
glass and china and
the laughter and
the thank yous and the
crunch of the gravel  beneath the tires
as the cars pulled away
and then the sound of the rain
the many sounds of the rain
We were listening then
We’re still listening