How do you become voiceless?
One day you’re singing on your way to school.
The next day, you’re looking to see who is listening.
One day you’re bubbling with plans.
The next week they all seem impossible.
One day you plant your seeds.
The next month the field’s filled with henbit.
You knew the words yesterday,
Today they float just outside your memory,
A random few skittering back,
Before taking off again for parts unknown.
Then one day you walk down to the Midway and look up at the stars,
Beyond counting, beyond knowable distance.
A voice larger than yours envelops you
And your own little voice is soaked into it.
You may feel silenced but
Your voice is never gone.