Hostel

Listen to the sounds of the living. 

The sounds of people.

Listen to them early. 

Before the sun rises like the anxieties of their daily lives.

Listen through the walls. 

Listen as their bones crack. 

As their hands find coffee and purpose.

Listen as their movements become more rhythmic, more rapid. 

As they tune themselves to the orchestra of men, of labor and oath.

It is in their song, their misery and their might. 

Their wisdom and their wandering.

Listen.