The Repeating Clamourousness

There you are in the echoes.
Reverberating
Rebounding
Ricocheting

Wave after wave
Emotions in motion
Sounds in color
Thoughts on a breeze
Words made of numbers

You’re there in everything.
The thing someone else said.
The heron at the river’s edge.
A song on the radio of a passing car

Memories like necklaces and rings adorn me
Like so many tons of gold weighing me down and holding me there in those moments.
A prisoner in a cage made by himself, for himself. Out of golden chains and platinum bars.

And there you are.
Echoing

-The Snowdog