Quiet
Sometimes, the crisp spring air
seems too far away —
even though it is
just outside
the double glass window.
Stifled inside, every breath
only adds vapour to the already dense
air. For what is an inhale
but just a recycled exhale.
Opening the cold window pane
can feel like calm
a loving hand kept
softly over
the dark dead pit inside
the stomach. Outside is
alive, noisy
whistling winds
rumbling clouds
rustling leaves
singing birds
revving engines
rattling wheels
stomping steps —
Yet, after opening
the window, you feel
quiet
sometimes.
- July 2025
