There are sounds beneath me
Beyond my reach
Outside of where I want to be
Voices from the madness that used to cradle me
Calling me
Leading me
Pleading me
Join me
I lower my head as if to sleep
Though I know it’s not a dream
and listen

. . .

Photo by Alex Iby

Published by J M Greff

J M Greff is the rambling author, trucker philosopher, peace loving hippie, spiritual warrior, backpacking pantheist, wandering minstrel, and poet fool who created A Caravan of One for you. View all posts by J M Greff