A moment of treading

                        Since I find lost moments I hide so little.
Sometimes I wonder if anyone ever really looks for
these highlights in my life or do they just nod all
off in preparation of a drumroll.

                          Indeed a careful treading light falls
down. Following a low stormy green thunder. Sincerely
the quakes that ramble inside me really are
earth expressions but still I say silent.

                          Not in the efforts of ignorance
nor in that of defiance just a hope that some pay
more attention than I need them to do. A hope, a
dream that people read me better than I, them.

                          Perhaps as the sighs echo into the
buzzing iridescent room I wave my cornflowers toward
the lined screens. A gentle nudge to read the
newest page of a language that makes some
simplicity a complete understanding.

                          A slight smile is formed as I cause
some to glance toward grays and reds. Softly the
mind unloads upon a computer of worldwide
technology. Unfolding the concerns, the weights of
today into the eyes of my listeners.

                          Yet did you hear my eeire
calm? Did you understand what it really means?
Would you just walk away or would you address it?

                         Dare I ask any one person, no.

                        Still I am curious but I continue on.