Quiet

~ Harlan Didrickson 

I never knew 
just how quiet
quiet really is 
it’s so quiet 
I can hear 
the ice tink 
as it breaks 
apart and floats 
in my glass 
it’s so quiet 
I can hear 
the lofty feathers 
moving around in 
my down comforter 
making room for 
pockets of warm 
and it’s so 
very quiet I 
can hear light 
from the hall 
whispering that it’s 
almost dinner time