THE AUDIOLOGIST

My mind

is like a sound-

proof booth.

I am inside it.

A voice from elsewhere

in a whisper 

through headphones 

I don’t even know 

I’m wearing

tells me things 

I can hardly hear.

It is testing me 

to see

if I am getting 

its messages:

Who are you, really?

What are you here to do?

Do you know yet

of your own divinity?

Though I don’t know 

exactly how to answer

what I do know is

the signal's getting 

stronger by the day.