In this day of social media,
Facebook "likes" and Twitter "retweets"
We still write in the desert,
Shout in the wind.
It is an act of faith
--part hubris, part hope
That we expect anyone
--to listen.
Like a tree falling in the forest
It has never been
the sound that matters,
It is the growth,
standing tall before the inevitable
leap into the abyss.
We are fools if we think
no one hears.
We are one body,
Our every movement
Stirs our neighbor
Even if we cannot witness it.
And, still I wait
For the thud and the clamor
Not content with my own noise.
We yearn for thunderous applause
Even when it comes in a whisper
Gliding on cat paws across the
velvety forest floor.
"I see you," it says.
That is enough.