I worry
I have lost
my way
for the voices
who have grown
like friends
so casual
in my daily wondering
would be cause
for alarm
if they ceased
to speak
through me
usually it is I
who has wandered away
so deafened by
the troubled roar
of work
or the inanities
of the world’s gossip
that I cannot find
a moment to sing
even such a little hum
as now to lament
another passing hour
within the thoughtless
thrum of chatter
which surrounds me
like bees dying
amid the white noise
of my silences
(October 7, 2013)

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