Listening and Waiting

This has been an oddly off-kilter sort of day.

The kind of day where things poke at the edges of your conciousness but never quite become clear.

The kind of day where your body aches, and you're just not sure why.

Where things seen and things heard just don't seem to fit together.

Where I wake from dreams, and move, unsettled, into the day.

Where I listen and wait and pray.

For myself.

And for those I love.