A day of whispers in the rain

Prophecies & harmonies, and wondering at the walls between worlds

Worrying them with my disbelief

And the stillness takes so long to descend when the day is done

The lights between the lights, the point of spark

the crossing & moving, and flying from this place to that

Why not wonder?

Why not whisper incantations and remember the old ways locked in my blood?

I am one of many treading a careful path

remembering that which can never be lost

I am the The Wonderer weaving long whispers between the tracks of life

—KA 2014