As I’ve aged 
quiet as commodity 
has become precious 
not just in
my personal space 
in other things 
too like elegance 
and confidence and 
character and charm 
even in creativity 
when and where 
whispers become roars
oh to go 
about barely noticed
and yet knowing 
that you are 

Once it was 
and the once 
stretched so far 
across the calendar 
and the clock 
and everything else 
before it too
but then once 
became the when
and the all
too frequently familiar
upon a time 

Peace in quiet 
no sound except 
the world outside 
going about business 
setting down putting 
aside such stuff 
I become small 
so small in
fact to go 
invisible and that’s 
what I like 
everyone knows nothing 
about silent me

This is it
a few speed
bumps that jarred
me and a 
few potholes but 
none that swallowed 
me just this 
new found normal 
that I now 
call my life 
cozy comfy and 
all things good 

Now at least 
I’d rather watch 
the world go
by than jump
onto the bandwagon 
into the fray
I’d been part
and a piece 
I’ve seen everything 
old become new 
and the new 
thinking that they 
somehow invented it 
such folly this