Pause

I wonder if I already found myself College, and a job after. I traveled en route the usual way Gotten married and a mother. There is something about staring back at life, Serenely... There is something about being alone in this kitchen drinking my morning coffee, Silently... That something is pleasing A pause, a break, a little vacation. Savoring the tranquility given for the moment Far from the mundane world of exertion. The emptiness of the hall Is filled with still actions Bursting with unspoken drama Poised for an immobile art A bird chirping somewhere... A neighbor’s steady hammering... A distant mellow sound from the radio... the morning sun rays peeping through a gap on the window...