BECOMING AS ONE WHO HEARS

About five years ago

a highly trained physician

guided a procedure

within the confines of my skull

that wrapped  a thin wire around my cochlear

and  then connected it

to a thin piece of metal

laid just beneath some skin of my skull

not far from my outer ear —

metal ready to hold a magnet I can employ

connected to a wire leading to a processor

that  translates the vibrations of that inlaid wire

into the sounds that I access

to become as one who hears —

who hears sounds lost long ago

due to audio deterioration.

 

Not much time goes by

that I don’t offer thanks for this intrusion.

 

Whenever the modern world

seems more than I could wish for

and I am baffled by its intensity

I think of this great blessing

not known back in my early days.

 

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