Quieting Ease

There is a quieted silence

an easy weight on my shoulders

As I wake up, feed the cats

who scuttle beneath my feet.

 

Although I could return

to those soft sheets, still warm

I stay up, make something to eat

Pull out things to do

 

Creating a list of things

to do, dishes, litter, nails

I stop to pause, listening

to that quiet of summer in my house

 

Heat beaten back by air conditioning

Bugs fluttering away at windows

Meows of a lonely cat

An easy moment amongst my days

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