The Oldest Word

Wind speaks to leaves overhead
Each leaf tells the next
Conversation overheard
Speaking the same hushing word
Shhh
The same it has for years
The fundamental theorem
Of the elders and philosophers
Of the chiefs and theologians
Of mothers to soothe the troubled infant
Shhh
The noises from your mouth
Are muted once it’s heard
The voices in your head
Are dampened by the word
Listen carefully
When the wind picks up
The oldest word
Shhhhhh

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