Behind
The Scenes
Behind the scenes where the action happens
Rarely noticed and seen by a few
Are reactions can be termed irregular
Out of order and beyond view
Their actions are rarely seen in the open
Termed irregular yet happens all the time
Faux Pas in ways of interaction
Lines that don’t match and don’t rhyme
The secret language we use when together
Our way of seeing what resonates within
A leaf from a book we’ve been reading
An understanding before tears begin
A memory that only we remember
A conversation in a different tongue
An exclusive way of communication
And expressing who we are among
We watch the sunset in the bushland
And the moonrise like a golden sun
The stars blossoming up in the heavens
And a new day just as it begun
Nature cannot be taken for granted
Irregular habits trick discerning eyes
Birdcalls sang in a parlance of pleasure
From the melodic to plaintiff cries
Often the dots don’t join together
Things turn out in disarray
Irregularities happen for a reason
Informalities that fill up every day
©
David Rudder
2023
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