It’s the quiet
That’s so nice to hear
Interspersed with the sounds
Of origin.
Ocean extremities stroke the shoreline
While bird’s converse
And air moves
As it certainly must
While the earth breathes herself.
Sitting quietly
Watching the sea-water
As it passes
Slowly through the channel
Below our porch
Feels like being in love
I absorb this
As deeply as I know how.
Lungs expanding
Grateful for home
And now business
Allowing me to remain
Where so many have not
Simply living
Each blessed day
In the cradle of nature
Here in the Broughton. May 24, 2013