it's a maybe day

it's a maybe day
clouds cover a willing blueness
where eagles soar unseeing
and fireflies remain invisible
my CD player would play
relaxing meditations
as I journey away from your peace
but I forgot the batteries
and although I no longer cry
when leaving you
my heart is still melancholic
and restlessness surveys
my farewells

the silent songs play nonetheless
in my attentive ears
stifling conversation attempts
from invasively zealous people
fearing a quiet journey
from destination to arrival

I bob my head tuned to my own
rhythms of laughter
swaying like a blind man
unaccompanied
no dog, no cane
whistling and tapping even so
answering no one
whose questions could only inspire
a response which reminds me of
maybe



it's a maybe day
[2007.8.1...a]