voices voices

With whose voice do you speak?
The one I was given.
But is it truly mine?
Does it matter?
Are these mine own words?
I believe so.
I know.
This morning
This day
is yet beginning.
How many more thoughts
How many more words
are there to go?

morning voices

I fell asleep early
exhausted from a day
and week of work
Laying there in bed
I wake up early but rested
I listen to the birds
and wonder what they are saying
to one another
but then decide
it doesn't matter and
listen anyway