Calling

I hear them calling out my name but I could not tell from were I heard the chorus from the big orchestra in the open air playing a rendition above the water and the sound of the giant whale splashing water everywhere, as the sound draws near my heart began to fear, I could not understand where those peculiar sound was coming from so I got the barrow meter and place it at a convenient spot to see what the earth’s pressure has got, the atmosphere stood in layers in front of me like a giant and I watches its weight pressing against the objects and gravity pulls it and bury it into the earth; oh what magnitude of pressure lies deep inside the earth, release some of it before my head burst. The tree is shaking and a voice above my head is calling. I hear voices echoing in the deep and I see a multitude of people crossing the street, something must have woken them out of their sleep, it was just before day break when the fearful tides had rolled away and my heart was singing a beautiful song before the mass came along. Everyone was standing in lines stretching from New York to Washington Dc from urban, suburb and rural community; everywhere you had a line and the outpouring was divine, the message was clear that they did not wanted him there, so they jump the ship and join the line to get on to her bus, the wait was short and millions and millions stood in the dark, for less than an hour just to make that historic mark on that special paper. The line kept moving and all I could do was to sing. I watch her numbers grow, and the people keep marking that special paper, with conviction and determination; the calling voices got louder and the crowd got bigger, and the momentum continues to build towards the end of the show.