Do you make room for the quiet voices?

The ones whispering in the wind?

The ones who didn’t force themselves into rooms,

The ones where you found the spotlight 

Or

Rather it found you?

Can you stop and listen to them

Or

Are you moving too fast

That all we see is motion.

We can know the velocity but not the location.

Where you were , the trajectory,

But not where you are.

I have always been standing here 

Afraid to move so fast.