Jan 152011

by Anne Whitehouse

Quiet enveloped me,

Quiet changed me,

Until the ringing phone

Snatched me away

To answer the problems

Of the everyday.

The birds went on singing,

The brook went on flowing,

And the beautiful morning

Spread its wing, deciphering.

But the words just coming

Slipped back to nonbeing,

And were lost to me.