Friday, September 12, 2008

Cupped Hands

I'm missing something. I can't quite put my finger on it... but there is a bidding for my attention that seems to be just out of grasp. Like that of keeping water in my hands without letting it drip. I am fixed on the whispers... but I cannot make them out.
Have you ever tried listening to what the crickets were saying?
How about the trees?
I have asked them questions before...
Ne'er to hear a reply.

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