it bends in the wind...
grass at its feet is unconcerned
ants move in single file
oblivious and unnoticed...
a feeder stands alone on a porch
waiting for hummingbirds
who have decided
it is not yet time to be here...
a cat on my lap lays
kneading my thighs - his brother
under the coffee table sits
in a protective posture...
ceiling fans turn slowly
moving around the cool air
prematurely adjusted as the
heat arrived before the season;
our quiet community listens to the
sounds of the day not present
as inside most of us remain...
a cloudy day persists
creatures of the sun hide
small animals peer out of their
homes wishing for play...
the rest of the country does
not understand our way...
undisturbed silence filters through
the valley like blankets of wind
blowing gently and we hear not
what the rest of the world says
save the quiet of our solitude.
16 May 2022
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