9.7.2016

I’ve been waiting today

for the leaves to start their

fall, for the littlest gold

yellow bits to sprinkle

across the garden

even while the humidity

of late summer drags

and pulls

it’s a wait I can wait

for, a settling back

into some quiet soul

place where I can

pause and breathe and

look newly at the victorian

woman on the wall above

an illuminated globe light

which I haven’t noticed in

quite some time.

it’s a quiet time, house

engines doing their thump

hum magic while I sit here

and listen

to the nothing, to the no

thing, to the whistle of

my own inner ears

and thank God for the

moment.

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