Because I am Quiet and Healing

Because I am Quiet and Healing
I sat and watched the storm – the lightning, the
flash of red, the loss of power

Because I am Quiet and Healing
I left during a break in the rain, walked
my walk, slipped in a refrain

Because I am Quiet and Healing
I saw the rain turn white, hurried outside
to welcome the snow
that was actually sleet

Because I am Quiet and Healing
I felt the sleet soften
begin to flake

Because I am Quiet and Healing
I felt no hurry to return indoors, I did to
write this poem, and then I left round the block
once more








Magical Day

I am having a magical day
it began with a walk outside
not the day
but the magic

I am having an awakened day
the snowfall scurries left
then suspends
and shifts right

I am having a reflective day
quiet enough to read Rilke
alone enough for peace

I am having a nourishing day
licorice tea in my cup
now spilled upon my lap

I am having a simple day
nothing to do
no one to be








The Quiet
within the quiet
within the quiet
within