The Love of Quiet Awakens Me
In the middle of the night, my eyes open wide!
Warm and cozy, my husband sleeps by my side.
Not a person is rushing; I hear myself sigh.
Some say it is a sleep disorder, but not I…
Up on my feet as my eyes start to blink,
I run to the potty then, grab a quick drink.
Relieved and refreshed, I do not go back to bed.
Out to the sun-room I rush instead.
There in the quiet I sit undisturbed.
Not one complaint; no one acting absurd.
My thoughts become clear, not one idea muddled.
No television roaring or football team huddled.
I sit all alone at my computer in silence
Pondering poetry and thinking of science –
It happens that way, a noiseless delight.
Crickets are singing in the middle of the night.
When all of a sudden what should I hear?
The alarm going off; time to get up, my dear!
The children all snuggled before time for school.
I turn off the clock and start the day's whirlpool.
© October 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011
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