Whispered Wanderings

Watching and waiting
never clear what for
it’s a game I play with
myself, for sure.

Always on the outside
afraid to look in
don’t open the window
don’t invite me in.

Dogs bark
train whistles blow
sirens in the distance
a cacophony below.

Swimming in hypocrisy
the lifeboats have gone.
Simple living no more:
the past, it is done.

klm
9/19/24