Quietly I sit, watching, listening
Sound so mute they are almost lost
And I hear their whisper as though
My soul was gently caressed.
With no movement, I expand
And see the very waves of wind
A rippling effect
As gentle as the breeze it brings
A flapping of a butterfly’s wings
Gently settling down to rest
The hurricane of the hummingbirds’ wings
Moving plants, leaves and buds gently in its wake
No movement do I need, just the silence
And the squawking of birds, becomes a symphony
Of harmony so beautiful,
Mankind’s greatest symphonies are but pale imitations
Without movement, I cease to exist in this plain
And you’ve passed me by without ever seeing me
Sensing something or someone is there
But not quite know exactly what
And you, why you’ve missed the beauty of the butterfly
The agility of the hawk
The speed of the hummingbird
The rippling effects of the wind
The sweetness of an infant breathes
Your sounds and smells are of cars, motorbikes, planes,
Time clocks, phones, TV’s and such
All, an intrusion into my space
As I sit quietly, watching and listening
To the muted sounds nearly lost in everyday living

Michele Winslow Copyright 2006