Amid the smoky walls
The Fog,
Is There Anybody Out There?
Listening?
Seeing?
Doing?
Dictating?
Is There Anybody Out There?
Are You there?
The bigger picture is about
a wall,
a big, scary wall.
You can’t get over it.
Not if I have My way.
Who are You?
And You?
Is There Anybody Out There?
I hear the silent whispers,
the clicking on the ground.
I see the bigger picture,
I can almost grab it.
Surely,
I can see it.
Better,
I can imagine it.
It almost feels like I am
there.
The smoke,
The fire,
You.
You are there,
waiting.
But for who?
What?
Better yet, why?
We are told, “Don’t count your
blessings.”
But if we can’t count them,
how do we understand them,
and how can we be thankful
for them,
or act on them?
Is There Anybody Out There?
Can You hear me?
Why are these blessings for
me?
Or he?
No one ever said life is easy,
but not this hard.
Is it hard, or can we
make it harder than it needs
to be?
Why can’t I be free?
But I can,
we all can,
with hope and hard work,
I suppose.
Is There Anybody Out There?
