like my world seldom knows.
inside I have an expressway
that never slows down,
always full of going somewhere
always another thing to do.
filled with quiet, numinous sounds,
like butterfly wings, firefly blinks,
and silence, simple, serene silence,
here in this satisfied space,
and I, so crippled from my chaos,
sound inside like the cawing crow
lying low over the pond,
breaking the stillness
with his harshly handled song.