Was That You

Was that you

Who casually stopped by

To read my thoughts

 

If it was

It was subtle

Happening without me being aware

That something I thought 

That something I wrote

Something 

That lives deep in my heart

Would mean enough to you

To notice

 

I hope that was you

Who casually stopped by

To know my thoughts

 

Because that would mean

That I still matter

 

 

 

Note to poem:  This poem came to me out of morning silence, as they often do.  The words are mine and are personal, expressing what I felt in just one moment on 23 September 2019.

Later today I realize that it is possible that I wrote the words for Nature, calling for us to pay attention or for the youth of the world who have organized also call for us to pay attention.  It is possible that I wrote the words for the Holy One.

Likely, it is all of the above.

Poetry is like that.  The words express the depth of feeling in the heart of the poet and then transcend to others.