Who is in There?

Walking in the woods today I

came upon a cabin.

Small and dark with windows

like portals ~ not unlike others I had passed.

A voice from inside brought me to

an abrupt halt.

"Who is in there?" I asked.

The tone and cadence of his speech

was familiar.

But the endless flow emanated such dissonance,

making it unrecognizable to me.

See-sawing between bravado and fear,

love and hatred, compassion and indifference.

"Do I know you? Who is in there?" blurted

from my mouth.

Then I listened closer and heard ~

"Walking in the woods today, I came upon a cabin."

~ 01/12/2011 david maddux ~