Poetry: Whispers

My ears itched the other dayvoices caught up with metraveling the speed of windwords skip across time like stonessidarmed into ripplesa beach full of onlookersfeet crunch atop the pebblescasting a stoneplanting a seedgrowing a flowerpulling a weedkarma may be as gardenstended by the faithfulproducing understandingcatching up to us all gifts in hand***