Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Watching the squeaky wheel

She's looking out,
this voice I hear;
attuned and anxious;
in the forefront
and in the world.

But if I can get past her words --
the anger, and the angst,
the fear, the worries and despair --
I hear below that high and frenzied melody,
a low still voice
of calm and surety:
she waits quietly in the background
for my attention to return
and rest,
and from the darkness of her loving eyes
we'll watch together.

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