these are the quiet words
of a soul lost within itself
or a soul lost within another soul
and at that very moment
one blackbird stops splashing
and two blackbirds depart
a gentle breeze stills the leaves
motor cars noise slowly flattens
the bay bush sits still and calm
i am startled by the fall of water
overnight rain in the canopy
shocked I listen for a church bell
calling the worshipers to worship
or is it the sinners to sin
disenfranchised to disenfranchise
i am not for letting go, rather
i dwell with the soul lost
looking out on the natural world
