Hearing

This morning

In the sunshine

I went to get the recycling bin from the curb.

A middle aged couple was walking by.

Arms swinging, out for exercise

Together.

We said hello.

I turned

to bring the bin back to the shade of my house

and behind me I heard

an ongoing conversation

and then

her quiet laugh.

In the showers of bad news,

discouragment, struggles,

disappointments and

genuine sadness this morning has delivered

Her laugh

their easy happiness

is the Still Small Voice.

And I am hearing.