BE THE SOUND OF THE WHISPER NOT THE INTENT

IN MY SOUL YOU ARE I

Behind the curtain is the chain of my history,

the learning of everything I never knew to be certain

yet found out to be true on back thinking reflection.

I don’t know and never will if I went wrong or not,

my blind eye looking back lookin’ back plenty

at all the places I thought I belonged,

I am I and I certainly am not 20/20.

But now sighted I can see

I didn’t need

to fit anywhere

doing anything;

only to be where I was needed to be

when the chores of leading fell to me.

Older now I know there is nothing better

than navigating maps, old and discarded,

in the unknown seas beyond lands end

where dragons be, past all the other many fears

that the unknown desire to know inspire,

There are places I love to set my fearless unfelt feet still.

And find my passing through to be

the sound of the applause the leafs make as the breeze excites them,

the echo of whales calling in the deep,

the sound of the wolves howl in the mountains,

the noise of owls in a wooded glade,

the whoosh row of every bird’s wing,

the silence of the stars that shine in lights beyond reach.

I am all these things and more

for the peace set before my feet unknown

at the start of finding a claim

‘til after I’d walked there

in life linked by unfettered chains.

© M Durfee

10.13.2015