where is the space
for the quite one,
is there still love
for those at the edges -
any warmth -
must every moment
be filled with action and sound,
could there be another way;
if I need space -
need room of my own -
to let my mind
trace a path through its thoughts
am I an outlier;
am I wrong
if these quiet moments
feed my soul;
stopping to listen
you can hear
the heartbeat of the earth,
just ask those
silent upon the fringe
