December 9, 2011

Lone

Palazzo Biscari, Catania, Sicily


One person, one focus
Carving out time to just to sit in a quiet house

Rolling out the mat and listening.
My knees creaking and cracking as I fold them under.
My neck bones grating, shifting and settling into place.
My shoulders tensing and rotating. 
My eyes closing

quiet
breathing in and breathing out

quiet
no music, just the hum of some appliance in the other room, the computer? the heating unit?

quiet,
wind whispering through the window cracks

quiet
pushing away the endless lists, the multi-tasking, the holiday frenzy

quiet 
alone, but not lonely

quiet

3 comments:

joyce matula welch said...

Beautiful, I have lived such moments. The photo with this poem is perfect and visually brought me a sense of quiet and peace.

likeschocolate said...

I come up with my best ideas when all is still.

Emily M. said...

lovely.