Adorned with my colorful mask
I venture out into the world among strangers
I am startled by the sound of not only my own voice
And theirs… Must they speak so loud?
Are they shouting, or have I
Grown accustomed to the subtle silence
I live with each passing day
But for the melodious song of grey mockingbirds
Outside in my peaceful garden
I find myself longing to understand the meaning
Within the sweet arias they croon
Do they sing of spring and summer heat
Or heartache and loneliness for a mate?
I take a deep breath
Feeling my heart beat, beat, beat…
And sip a glass of cool mint tea
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
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