There is Movement on this Side of the Fence

There is movement on this side of the fence. Strain
Your ear to hear and it is possible, just possible,
That you might catch a murmur.

Lift the pen and make a word. Let meaning
Breathe a little.

An eye catches a glimpse. Witness to something
That could have, might have, happened.

There is knocking on the door. Now why wouldn’t
They just ring the bell?

Thought churns out a thought and something
Bubbles up to the surface. The pen moves.
Meaning breathes. The eye shifts its focus.
Bell rings. Time to open the door and
Welcome the guest, the stranger, or
Even the familiar in new light.

This entry was posted in Poetry.

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