Starring into the valley, I am still connected to the people behind me.
Pounds of pressure rush by and I hear you hum a sweet tune.
People walk in-between as a child makes a risky move.
and I hear your sweet tune.
faintly.

I have to turn away because their choices are frightening,
but I look ahead because the valley is humming your sweet tune.
I am distracted by this distant conversation:
"Why would you want to leave this place?"

Sprinkling, trickling, crying. Twisting and turning.
I feel my heart beat race, but this is not a race.