It Stirs

It begins
deep inside
a stir
a gentle breeze
calling me away
early in the morning.
I hear it
like a long lost memory,
soft sound of waves
returning to the sea.

It begins
like a rumor
not yet distinct
like when you sense
someone's at the door.

This gentle calling
catches me unaware
when I settled down for the day
work all done
then it comes again
and makes me share it
with you.