I heard the whisper and stopped what I was doing.
I heard not another sound, but
my hammer struck softly,
ineffectively,
uncertain,
waiting to hear.
"We care" echoed in my silent dreams, coaxing waves of sleeplessness, invading star filled nights.
Finally I wandered through fields of daisies heavy with the scent of hope, faith and the dreams of my childhood.
"We Care" rang out like a gun shot, and the air was suddenly filled with birds of the fields,
frightened,
no longer safe.
I ran as fast as my legs would carry me away from my home,
my life,
to uncertainty.
January 20, 1993
