POEM: In Quiet Buzzing

In quiet buzzing
Of the day
I find a voice
in compelling loneliness
where there is great companionship.
This is what
i have always known
about me;
That
I am drawn from nascent color;
of pinks and greens,
reds and blues -
Living
(I have learned)
is an act of contrition
that needs love
and feeds on pain
It is a mortal embrace
with joy.


M C Biegner