Invisible Crowds

Pendulum swung
Centuries of scores becoming evened

So terribly many words for disclosure’s sake
Too many words to hear

And, I, of all people
The victim of generations of silence
Of crowds who couldn’t speak

Now feeling deafened

Coupling

Something about 6 thirty
A.M.
Coffee calling
Birds beckoning
You

Something about 10 minutes
Absent-mindedly
Clutching comfort
Begin burning
Me

Song at the ready
Matchstick in hand
In harmony
Afire for it
We

Ketchup

Every moment spent on edge
Feeling on the fringe
Shouting matches in our minds
Calm asks where we’ve been

Know there is a fix for this
Truly, there’s a path
Go to your knees, finally
Seek His face and ask

Mist Unknown

Should we leave

Into the ministry unknown
Fine day or misty

Knowing
Our thrill lies there

Fearing
Sediment building here

As brain fog
As ankle chains, of sorts

Hearts at risk, lives at stake
Apathy and anarchy abound

Should we stay