Monday, June 12, 2006

She speaks...

At first, perhaps, in just a whisper,
easily lost in the murmur of the mind or the rustle of lives
but clear to the conscious.

Unheeded, she restates
simply, directly
and is understood by some
yet undetected by many.

She redoubles her effort,
in an emphatic crescendo,
until at last she is heard by all
but granite ears and granite minds.

A final thunder clap will deliver her message
or crush the stone.

She will not be ignored.

Go see this.

1 comment:

diskzero said...

Another bike racing poet!