It’s not my turn to talk
I just want to walk and walk
And not turn back to anything
And turn my back on everything.

Talking heads spin their views, talking over one another, talking past one another.  Pundits screaming, violence streaming.  Rumor, slander, idle chatter.  Talking in circles.  Noise.

It’s my turn to talk
I’m not allowed to walk
Heart aflutter
Heart of butter.

Talking in a circle, nowhere to hide, facing each other, facing ourselves, using ordinary voices, making extraordinary choices.  Words pouring, heart soaring. Understanding ourselves.  Poise.

FLOW

Something in the air
Creativity flowing
Circles of giving.