Date: August 24, 2010
Title: Hushed Within
All is quiet in the house, everyone sleeps except myself.
Dishes are done, faucet drips,
As midnight approaches, I stop to listen.
It's raining outside and I hear the soft patter as it hits the roof.
I hear the wind forcing itself inside an open window,
Or an uneven eve from another room.
Tree leaves bristle as the wind kicks up,
The rain dampening its sound,
The smell of earth mingling with dampness,
And a distant, lonely wind chime tinkles in the darkness.
The clock ticks by down the hall,
Marking every moment that passes as if it was forgotten by me.
Why does this seem so precious
To feel my bare feet on the cold wooden floor?
I am... here.
Connecting to life, to the sounds to the air, to the people I hold dear,
Each moment to carry me to the next.
