Engagement

not a dim voice in the back of your head not wisdom and words from those who are dead not just some long forgotten equation not a bandage over an abrasion not a blessing bestowed on the masses not sweet talk meant for much sweeter lasses not idle chatter in small sleepy towns not the sounds of footsteps making their rounds not thunder and lightning rolling on high not the sound of a small child asking why random unhurried changing arrangements the constant flow of human engagements momentary matters none of which last all become echoes of that which is past