In Quiet’s Arms

Wrapped loosely in soft silence, I

sit, slipping in

and out of sleep,

savoring this

moment before sun or kids or

dogs awake, when

the only things

stirring are my

own half-formed thoughts. The day will start

soon enough, but

for now I’m held

in quiet’s arms.

                                                    JDG

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