not always me
some voices visit, inhabit
and speak these words below
above the fray I fly
but it's
not always me that flies.

time seems to move in one direction,
emotions and their expressions/interpretations,
descriptions, statements, convictions, goals,
explanations, discussions, agreements, arguments, judgments.
intelligence and reason rises and falls with tides, sunrises,
sunsets, impulse, wild hairs and deliberation.

we laughed, we cried, screamed for mercy and with delight.

"But the voice of this poem is you."
of course my voice, joined in chorus
so dear, I leap as with love,
they were gathered in such fine company
it is our pleasure revealed.