Feel my voice

like a finger plucked across a rubber band

vibrations ringing through the air

breaking no twilight, no dawn,

only silence.


If you were so blessed

with a voice– use it!


Proudly, wisely, powerfully,


because a voice transfers more than words,

it moves worlds

from brain to tongue,

words I’m not always sure of


But I am sure of this:

I have a voice,

not an echo


mine, my own

to treasure and to keep

not locked-up in a chest

but drawn out, into the open,


like rain drops falling onto grass.


May 11, 2014