October 1, 2012

poem 359 of a poem a day for 2012

who is listening in

closely knit
to how sharp
the scalpel
of gravity is
how is it 
they always
seem to know
when we are
looking in

how do they
find every song
that begins with
what we sing
when no one’s around
how do they know
the things that we hold
closest to us
are the things
we wish will continue
when we ourselves
are no longer around
listening in


1 comment:

  1. Very cute pic to your short thought/poem...
    Nicely put...thanks