The Loudest Noise

In the mirror I have seen

A healed memory

Of who walked often-taken

Paths

And got lost

But there were others there

In search of their compass

In the hope they will not

Find the North

Nor the South

It is the moment

Often-taken paths take away

From those who forget

That to find

One must stop

And just listen

I have stopped often

To find others next to me

Listening

… In the mirror

I have seen the healed memory

Of all those who stopped a while

To share the secret

Of being lost

In the moment

On often-taken

Paths

December 13, 2017

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017