The Journey
What does it matter who I am?
I am a screen that filters your life,
disseminating the light, casting
shadows on your ground.
I am a conduit to many places, many memories
Belonging to one or all I cannot tell.
I am a witness to the silent spaces
Spanning time in its entirety,
Like a star one day collapsing on itself
Holy or unholy, yet wholly whole
Pitter patter in the quiet room
Little feet? Or a heart beat
The sound makes my ears perk
And brain tingle
A soft rhythm with
My thoughts intermingled
With childlike joy
It commands my attention
A subtle reminder
Of dreams often mentioned
But nestled away in
A corner of my mind
Where a certain intrepid traveler
Might come to find
That I had encountered
This sound from the future
Many a time
But with one missing feature:
A laugh and a voice
That suggest only you
Joining me in the search
For one small wayward shoe