my sound

I’m like wings flying at a window

Before the air conditioning cuts on

And drowns out my sound

Easter 14

those who are about to die
are listened to far too infrequently.
their loud urgency scares us
and we try to rationalize their pushing.
we tell them that the world is not
ready now and that they should slow.
so, unfortunately, our no is how
the whisper goes.

still...speak