Already the
machine moans
squeaky clean
and soon
to tumble
the kettle
filled begins
to boil
and beep
the snare
of slippers
shuffle across
hardwood floors
and cabinet
doors creak
such are
standard sounds
of early
dawn days
of June
Category: Life
Boldly
There’s a type
of quiet that
invites others to
gather and sit
it’s a light
that is seen
from a distance
and calls attention
to its warmth
it’s boldly quiet
in its simplicity
and its silence
Quiet
Having been quiet
for most of
the last four
years I’ve found
a profound pleasure
in just listening
listening to other
people talk and
listening to silence
that hangs between
us like autumn
leaves about to
fall for them
the discomfort is
palpable but for
me the silence
draws us closer
like the dusk
draws the day
into its night
Nothing
A day
with nothing
to do
is like
a sandbox
to a
child with
new toys
Ease
This ease
of quiet
an easement
or walkway
a footpath
of peace
meandering tween
like tweed’s
woolen threads
that give
lofty color
to plaids
own warmth
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 