My Background Hum

A poem

I have a background hum a blankie from my Holy Mom after tumbling down to earth Mom

it’s warm and soothing a thin layer of consciousness, where stuff unfolds with gracious aliveness

when I forget about my blankie anger feels much more jarring grief grips me hard and leaves me choking

I start to wonder why I’m here in this strange coldness

but when I feel and hear my hum a smile activates keeping me nice and warm!

anger and grief look more exquisite served on a silver plate adding beauty to my life with soupy compassion

my hum adds magical snowflakes to the mundane bringing me to other souls alive with holy hum!