in every place that holds a comb
a toothbrush
a roll of tape
or even grapes newly washed
a person takes a stand
hears the sounds of the night
a bird way out there
calls another
over there
way over there
lets me hear
the conversation
one of them shouts the steady talk
the other answers
a quick chirp
just enough to validate
both together tell me
that if I empty out
what’s inside
all the earthy material
in my gut
their calls can heal anything