THE OBSERVER

There is, or was, a voice

At my center,

At least the center of my mind

When I was very little

I thought perhaps

It was my guardian angel

Later, I named it The Observer

Because its messages

Were like a sports announcer

Describing the actions of my life

The Observer never criticized

Though it often warned

Of potential dangers

When The Observer spoke

Silence like a gossamer curtain,

Slipped down to surround me

In the quiet of that moment

I could see almost to forever

And calm settled within my soul

Crises came and went

But at each and every one

The Observer was there

I do not try to understand

To reason to the source

Of this voice

I am simply grateful

If a little unnerved

For its voice is not the voice

I hear when listening

To my own thoughts