I need to listen to soundless things –
Small shelters of everyday wonder and comfort
Playing hide and seek
Around the corners of my days
Waiting to be found
Before they disappear “home free”.
Today I found –
The smell of sun in stacks of folded sheets,
How slow a sand castle tower can fall,
The pale green of still curled leaves,
The way rain fills a nook of young wood.
Tonite I wrote them on a list
Then folded it,
And tucked it back in my pocket just over my heart.
I need to listen to soundless things from there.