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...
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