The Restless Poet

Crickets…
My voice goes unheard
or should I say unread
– both?

I’m invisible amongst
those I love.
A tiny speck of sand
in a vast expanse.

I am much less to another
than the space they occupy
in my heart.

I have become the tinny timbre
resonating from the percussive
heartbeat when the rain drums
the pan.