ITH & SB

Heavy-footed,

I daily plod my heels or slapping flats through noise assured that no one notices my sound added to its cacophony.

Shops…Construction… Honk for Jesus… Revved engines screeching to designated stops.

Until
early morning.

When weary lids have already dropped
after tired limbs terribly pooped, plopped down onto beds, sofas, also guest cots.

At a time when my mind and body seeks,
sought

silence.

My kitchen a cafe for a coffee cup to grab and cuddle, as loved one’s pause in different rooms posed to a dreamlike state. The kitchen at this time not a place to huddle.

Not completely, these,
submerged
under
deep

like in a deathlike sleep
where dreams are stilled
and I don’t dare disturb them
by uttering a thankful sigh or curious peep.

For now

no need to check a pulse
or heart to hear a grateful beat.

I’m happy for their quiet presence
safe inside for the precious moment;

daily I pray
this to repeat.

Yes…Then is the time when

I search my mind and heart
for discovery of sweet gentle thoughts.

Shut away are glaring lights that scare away a space to relive, dream, plan,

not pace in anxiety.

Stress can very noisy be.

No. A time and place to be still
requires determination into skill.

Will oneself five minutes to see
this deliciously provided luxury;

beginning first to dwelve into soothing reveries of goodness

not sordid fantasies which boil one’s blood
into actions of complete revelries.

No.

Silence

is that glorious walk into a dense forest
with moccasins on one’s feet.

Maybe even still tip-toeing on the moss side of trees to sneak forward without being seen or heard;

to ease into a waterfall… Thunderous.