Distracte

Distracted
Scattered
Yet focused
I am listening
Listening too much
To more than the words
Listening to what I see
Listening to what I feel
Listening to what I think
Listening to everything
Listening to nothing

If they knew

If they knew
would it change.
If they knew
would it stop.
Would they care
if they knew.

Quietly

Quietly I appear to sit
Silently listening
to words I understand
some still foreign.
Mostly I listen
to the chaos within.
Interrupted by the outside,
fragments prompt conversations
of my own.
If the spotlights only
knew what was really
going on, would they
stop?
think?
listen?
The conversation goes on,
they laugh,
pull the spotlight,
bulldozing.
As hard as they try
they do not touch
where I listen
to what was once chaos
but I find peace
quietly.

Reaching Over

I reach over to
touch, feel.
Through the emptiness to
hold what is good.
As i near I feel
safe, happy, meaning.
The touch reminds me
of everything, and why.
I am thankful to share
this peaceful oneness
with the one
I love.