Infinite iterations of Quiet enshroud the night – comforting, suffocating, pondering.
Whispering winds through new spring growth, whirring of the refrigerator celebrating a sparkling kitchen, soft, steady breathing of a wee chihuahua.
Unspoken disappointment and anger, universe of silent electronics, fear.
Questioning, grieving, dreaming.
The Quiet provides respite from Busy, Important Things.
In the quiet, Grief expands and contracts – feeling Loss, Gratitude, Unfinished.
And tonight, wondering when Quiet will be my Always.
Creekside Whispers 