"I Can Hear Her Now" by David Tilley

It's the same thing over and over

Patterned living, regimental life force

The gifts have left, the promises stopped.

We can follow the Spheres, but are gone in a stale heartbeat.

She holds a baby, doorstep bound.

I give a bunch away in the church basket.

Some left Hungry, some left Rich

Some early, some late

There is that voice again, graveling wide in my ears.

It repeats itself, just charging through

Over and Over, listening only to itself, to hear itself, to BE itself.

I can hear her now

But I won’t tell

Which way she's going.