my echo

July 20, 2010

i thought i was here… but then i found out
that wasn’t where I was afterall.
I am not sure where I am… birds fly overhead laughing.
Their black heads bobbing against the wind…
i have never seen birds with black heads…

i thought i would recognize this place. The trees perhaps..
or the blue water that fills the horizon.
or perhaps the smell of seawater… i grew up near the ocean….
but I don’t.
I am left with myself.. listening to the wind and the shudder of leaves….

i am carefully watching the white clouds building storms in the evening…
as i listen to my echo. in this strange house.

here i am. whispering.

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