I Wonder
I Wonder. I sit in this immensity of sound;
a bellow in the blast sound;
a sound that rips sensitivity’s jacket thread bare
and lays waste to any cogent thought.
I am filled with hope as I sail through the night
In this juggernaut of noise known as the church lobby.
I get up, walk back to my office and close the door.
Copyright © Orma Sullivan | Year Posted 2009
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