'The Voice' a poem by Leon Aarts (2001)

I often wonder

such a wonderful experience

stretching the imagination

I often listen

to the clock ticking

away, the time of day

I often feel

like I make no difference

in reference it seems

to subject matter

Talking shit

saying a prayer

if it was not for us

nothing would be

clear

You hear

you share

we meet

you speak

I listen

Together

we can

Make a difference