Indifference

Struggling through our daily bread,

these little emancipations which never sing or proclaim.

To the gods on high or to a single ray of light we speak,

always our mouths stitched,

muffled messages to stuffed ears.

The soul reverberates with an unknown thrumming.



A songbird breaks my dark morning, shatters the rain into mist

and draws my heart outward,

higher,

soaring towards the deafening silence of my indifferent maker.