A Sigh in the Wind

A Sigh in the Wind.

My voice is no more than a sigh in the wind,
a falling leaf,
one among many,
a raindrop that doesn't touch the ground,
a tiny bird lost in a storm.

So what does it mean if I am not heard,
not noticed,
not recognized?

It means simply
that I walk a different path,
that I shun the mob,
the crowd,
the social scene.

And does it really matter
if I find not the fame I seek,
so long as I continue seeking?
For when there is nothing more to seek,
there will be nothing left
except the deep, dark void of inner space.

Vi Jones
© July 2005