Listen. There’s a voice (a voice) in the machines,
or more appropriately, beneath that hum and buzz
of wheels and gears, somewhere near here,
in the silence when it all quits, there are whispers.
Listen. It could be your momma calling you in
for dinner, “Only a fool stays out in the darkness
or the rain.” It could be a coach reminding you
to hustle, “Never give up. Go faster. You never know.”
Listen. It could be your salvation, the answer
to the question you have been asking since you
were sixteen. All this time, right there (voices),
sharing what you’ve always wanted to hear.