I Ran Away Today, From the Din
I ran away today, from the din...I found a place with silent butterflies.
Fluttering by in complete silence, to human ears.
Do butterflies hear a din?
I wonder if their wings make a sound that only they can hear.
I found a place with uncountable crickets.
Each one rubbing out their mechanical song.
Separate and then it came together as one.
Eventually to be removed from my contiousness, then back again.
I found a place of delicately chirping birds.
Swallows dancing on the wind.
Robins diving for their worms.
I found a place with grasses ten feet tall, swaying in the wind.
Whispering all the while of creatures hiding within.
They marked the path of the wind,
invisible until it touched them.
I found a place of endless prairie sky,
with skulptures in the clouds.
a handle bar moustached gent, a meer cat (?), an angel on the wing.
I found a bridge of planks across the stream.
The families cycling by tap rythmically all in sync.
I hear snap shots as they speak, a moment of their lives.
I found a place I hoped that God would speak,
to calm my worried mind, to quench my thirsty soul.
I waited quite a while and didn't hear His word.
Picked up my book and pen, and wrote these very lines.
Then a stunning thought, He was speaking all the while,
in the wind, the birds, the clouds.
Then the grasses gently bowed, like smiling asian men,
who always seem to know, I'd get there in the end.
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