I heard the sound of weeping
but couldn’t find the voice
I looked beneath the bed
behind the doors, in the yard
I peeked in the car, the garage
the neighbor’s house
I looked to the mountains
the clouds, the sea
until I realized
it was me

poems and musing
I heard the sound of weeping
but couldn’t find the voice
I looked beneath the bed
behind the doors, in the yard
I peeked in the car, the garage
the neighbor’s house
I looked to the mountains
the clouds, the sea
until I realized
it was me