Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Exile, Self-Imposed

Like hearing sound
through water--
a muted murmur calling
from far away
reaches across a digital landscape
of a thousand physical miles.


It is only when the silence resumes
that I realize I am the one in the distance.



1 comment:

Andrea Dawn said...

You so often get me right where I am at. So many layers of meaning in this for me.