quiet time

looking
spending a moment
I try to find a silence
beneath my skin, calm

It is a test sometimes to find that quiet
while all around is chaos
but it does not have to be physical silence
I find it in the light and shadows beneath the trees,
in clouds full and white, perfect as a painting
the horizon—deep, endless and still
even as it rushes forward
greeting me as a lover
with silent whispers
of longing