Getting in The Way

I am always trying to put words into the mouth of mornings, speak over the quiet that descends at dusk when the world pauses to take a breath. It is my voice I hear echoing back in the wind and my fears that crawl the dark on those long nights. I make the world a reflection of me. I seem to get in the way and drown out with my own noise whatever is there deep in its silence, patiently waiting for me to become quiet, to listen, hear what it has to say.