Listening and not listening

("Searching for the Centre" acrylic on paper)

Eyes closed, listening, and not listening, in the heat of this summer evening. Close by, small birds chirrup outside the window, and further away, a cuckoo gently repeats itself. Closer by, at the other end of the house, children squabble and muddle along. In the far distance, a mower, and in the room, a fly buzzing against the glass. Ever now and then, a car from far away, comes nearer, passes by and disappears again. Occasional cows making evening calls, and high above, a plane passes over. The dog next door barks. Its starting to cool as I lie here, listening, and not listening.