To be Heard

It was all moving by too fast. The day with its demands. The things undone. The stack of those things that must yet be completed, before tomorrow, which will soon enough begin in earnest with its own misbehaved list of musts.

In the middle of this, a phone call. A conversation about a book I wrote, the delirious spark of questions no one else has ever asked. How did you decide...? Where did you discover...? What did you mean when you wrote...? How did you know...?

The gift was being taken